After waiting for quite a while, he gently lifted his head, his eyes smiling, "What are you thinking about?"
"I was wondering what you were thinking about," Ye Muyu blushed but was unyielding, her finger tapping his robe in front of him, "She's not your type? Am I then?"
"Neither."
Ye Muyu glared at him instantly, "Aren't you afraid I'll get angry when you say that?"
Chu Heng hurriedly soothed her by stroking her back gently, with the grain, "Actually, I don't think I would like anyone."
"But you, you're different."
Chu Heng let out a soft chuckle in his throat.
Ye Muyu, however, felt rather embarrassed and annoyed, her eyes flying open as she tried to move away, but the man's hand did not relax, "Chu Heng, you're mocking me, aren't you?"
"No," Chu Heng said, the corners of his mouth still lifted in a smile, clearly in a very pleasant mood.
"You say that, but your smile could almost stretch behind your ears," Ye Muyu thought of retaliation, reaching out to poke his cheek.
