Hearing this, Chen Qianye's eyelashes fluttered. She then raised her delicate face, her eyes exuding a hundred kinds of allure, and said words that were filled with seduction, "Does it matter whether I'm in love with you?"
She was right, whether she loved him or not, Lin Feng was always at her beck and call.
Chen Qianye drew in closer by a few inches, pressing a kiss to the bridge of his nose, "Perhaps, I'm in love with you."
This 'perhaps' drew a barrier between the two. Lin Feng just sat there, allowing her lips to roam across his face.
He had been trying hard to restrain himself, but Chen Qianye seemed to have no intent of letting him go. Her lips brushing against his face, an ambiguous atmosphere surrounded them. "Does this question matter so much? Whether I love you or not, I'm still yours."
Curiously, Chen Qianye had been acting strangely since yesterday.
