Boom!
Gu Qingcheng's eyes widened in shock.
His eyes sparkled, and she was intoxicated by them.
He liked it.
He said he liked her?
Did she hear wrongly?
Or was she dreaming?
How could Huo Sicheng say that he liked her?
He had always been a man of few words. Asking him to speak was like killing him.
Could he say the words to confess to her?
"I like you," Huo Sicheng's lips touched Gu Qingcheng's. He kissed her with every word he said. "I like you. I like you a lot. I've liked you for many years."
He couldn't help but lower his head and kiss Gu Qingcheng on the lips.
Gu Qingcheng's pupils constricted as she felt Huo Sicheng's domineering yet gentle lips on her lips. She heard his sweet confession, one which charmed her heart.
He liked it.
He said he liked her.
She wasn't dreaming. She had heard him say that he liked her.
