"..." Li Hanzhou was choked up, staring at her intently, "What?"
Qiao Yun repeated, "Make a wish."
Li Hanzhou looked at her serious expression, his mind unusually slow to catch up.
The sudden suggestion from the youngster, was she hinting at something?
Or did she simply want him to make a wish?
In that instant, Li Hanzhou thought of many possibilities. He knew he had to say something now, or he might regret it for the rest of his life.
He cleared his throat gently and said with a tentative tone, "Any wish at all?"
Qiao Yun told him obediently, "As long as it's not illegal, you can make any wish."
Li Hanzhou, half leaning against the headboard, said half-jokingly and half-seriously, "Can I make a wish for you to like me, too?"
As soon as he said it, he frowned slightly, feeling like there was something morally coercive about his words.
He wanted to pursue Qiao Yun, desiring her willing heart, not one obliged out of gratitude.
