Facing Song Jinze's gentle tone and his sudden confession, Ye Zhenzhen stared at him in disbelief.
The man's long eyes were profound, honest, and as clear as lake water, with a fervor in their depths that was irresistibly seductive, making one want to immerse themselves in them...
It wasn't that she had never been confessed to before, but never by a man like the one before her. She was undoubtedly excited and happy, but not to the point of being uncontrollably ecstatic.
Wondering if he truly liked her was one thing.
Being confessed to face-to-face was another.
Seeing that she had been stunned for a long time without responding, Song Jinze took the initiative to seek an answer, "What about you? Do you like me?"
His thin lips were almost against her ear as he asked, his warm breath, mingling with the mountain's cold wind at the nape of her neck, creating a whirlwind of extremes that swept her up before she could react...
Ye Zhenzhen's pink lips parted slightly, "I..."
