"it's already very late."
"i know. i wasn't joking when i said that in the private room."
jing xingyao's fingers on the door lock paused slightly, and he didn't reply.
"actually, there's something i've wanted to tell you for a long time. i'm really sorry for kissing you that time. i was too impatient and didn't ask for your opinion. i scared you."
"didn't you say that you can't remember the past?" jing xingyao bit her lip. thinking of how nonchalant he had been before, she felt inexplicably angry.
"i often dream of it, how can i forget?"
his words were a little hooligan, and jing xingyao's face turned red.
"but i've never regretted it. other than being sorry, i also owe you a word of love." fu qinyuan unbuckled his seat belt and came from behind, leaning closer.
"i like you. i've liked you for many years."
"i'm very happy that you're back."
