Their gazes finally settled on an even level, saving him the effort of slightly lowering his head and her from having to tilt hers upward for them to make eye contact. He was worried it would tire her.
Di Xiaxia felt instantly embarrassed. Damn, this posture, this tone, big brother, what on earth are you trying to do!
Uh.
She felt like she'd thought something dirty!
Facepalm, facepalm. There's no way big brother could be that kind of person, right!
He's so upright, right, right!
"Hmm?" Seeing that she didn't answer, Di Mingzhe reached out and lifted her chin, tirelessly continuing to question her.
Dammit, Di Xiaxia panicked—this question he was asking was really hard to answer!
Di Xiaxia thought for a moment, her face red and her ears hot, and said, "Very much, very much."
"How much is 'very much'?" Di Mingzhe placed his hands on both sides of the counter, leaning close and pressing towards her.
Di Xiaxia: "..."
Damn, this is just not ending, is it!
