In the past, Si Rong had never expected Mo Qian to be so considerate when he liked someone.
Mo Qian stared at Si Rong for a long while. When Si Rong snapped him back to his senses by snapping his fingers at Mo Qian, Mo Qian seemed to have woken up from a dream.
"Are my words so profound and difficult to understand? Why do I feel like you've fallen in?" Si Rong didn't understand the meaning in Mo Qian's eyes and called out to him, bringing him back to his senses.
Hearing Si Rong's complaints, Mo Qian raised his hand to press on his throbbing forehead before replying, "I'm indeed a little trapped! I remember that psychology was your secondary major in college, right?"
Si Rong nodded. "Yes. What's the matter?"
