Chi Yue pursed her lips, squinting at him.
Qiao Dongyang's lips curled in a smile, yet his gaze held an indifference that brooked no refusal, and a persistence that left no room for negotiation. There was no bargaining, no concessions, only agreement or disagreement.
In some sense, he was just like her; neither of them liked to compromise easily.
"Do you need this long to think?" Qiao Dongyang suddenly lowered his head.
Perhaps the night was too dark, and he couldn't judge their distance well. As he lowered his head, he almost touched her nose with his before lifting it again, "Miss Chi, you are not a person prone to indecision."
Chi Yue sniffed, feeling a tickle in her nose, "Do you know me that well?"
"Not really knowing you, but..." Qiao Dongyang raised his eyebrows, staring into Chi Yue's pitch-black eyes, pondered for a moment, and then said in a deep voice, "We are probably the same kind of people."
The same kind of people.
Chi Yue lifted her eyelids slightly.
