Jiang Yanzhou's lips curled up. "You'll lose interest in me if I tell you."
That was true, but...
"That's not the reason you hid it from me."
It wasn't Lu Yang's style to rub salt on someone's wound.
If she knew he fainted at the sight of needles, she wouldn't have repeatedly thought about giving him injections or acupuncture.
Jiang Yanzhou seemed to remember something, and a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. He asked, "What about you?"
Lu Yang remained composed. "What about me?"
"Did you know from the beginning that I was interested in you, which is why you said you wanted to touch me?"
Lu Yang's fingertip moved, lifting her eyelid and meeting his gaze.
Jiang Yanzhou asked, "How did you find out?"
Since he asked, she had nothing to hide.
Lu Yang averted her gaze, staring at the cup in her hand as she slowly spoke, "Do you remember the medal?"
Jiang Yanzhou murmured in agreement.
