Shi Yuhuan asked again, "Are you sure you weren't just staring at me?"
Song Qinghuan wished she could find a hole, crawl in and hide.
What did he mean? She had hinted at her feelings for him on his birthday, albeit lightly. Still, he immediately squashed all notions or fantasies.
She had confined her thoughts, so why was he bringing it up now?
Seeming to know her thoughts, Shi Yuhuan started speaking, "I told you not to fantasize, but you still like me. Should I let you like me?"
He spoke this sentence slowly and clearly.
His expression was neither cold nor serious.
His tone was neither mocking nor frivolous.
His phrasing was just right, and there was a trace of something akin to "indulgence." It was as though it was all natural, sweet as candy.
Song Qinghuan felt embarrassed and nearly jumped up.
She gritted her teeth, muttering under her breath, "I said I don't, impossible, you're so thick-skinned!"
