Su Qiqi lay in bed, and the moonlight outside poured into the house, illuminating the expression on the person on the bed.
The more she thought about it, the more she couldn't sleep. Su Qiqi pulled the quilt over her head.
Jin Muchen's words seemed to still echo in her ears, stirring her heartstrings.
"Yes, Su Qiqi, you're right."
Su Qiqi suddenly threw off the quilt, got up from the bed and gulped down a glass of water, but still felt feverish.
So, Jin Muchen just confessed that he liked her. So, it was not her who was one-sided all this time.
As if a question that had been silent for many years suddenly had an answer, Su Qiqi felt as if she had acquired a treasure.
The more Su Qiqi thought about it, the more excited she became. She reached for her phone on the bed and sent a message to Lin Chuchu.
[Chuchu, it seems like Jin Muchen just confessed his feelings for me.]
Jin Muchen: [It's not just a possibility.]
