Chris Fern's face was very gentle, as soft as willow fluff, gentle to the extreme.
He was holding Yolanda, letting the delicate and frail her lean in his arms.
"Yolanda, I like you," Chris seemed like a child, very nervous, "not in the way a brother likes his sister, you...understand?"
First time he confessed to her so formally.
This secret, he has been hiding it at the bottom of his heart for many years.
Now that it's out, he feels much more relaxed.
His heart was beating wildly, and he was ready for her rejection.
Suddenly, the bedroom fell silent.
"Yolanda, I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't tell you these things, not fair to burden you. I know you like that guy. Even if you don't like him as much now, you can't let go of him, right?"
Yolanda smiled quietly, she raised her head in his arms.
She reached out and gently touched his face.
Chris was not very old, with fair skin.
Although mature, his face still had some childishness, handsome and good-looking.
