Jing Haohao opened her mouth slightly, Liang Chen's deep and magnetic voice, with a bewitching flavor, resounded once more, "Haohao, may I pursue you?"
Liang Chen uttered these words with neither too lightly nor too heavily, even carrying a touch of lingering and plaintive undertone. Hearing this, Jing Haohao felt a tingling sensation at the bottom of her heart. It seemed as though those words echoed in her ears several times before finally fading away.
The hand Jing Haohao placed on the quilt subconsciously clenched, she became still as if she had lost the instinct of breathing.
She had experienced a love affair that lasted four years, with a person she had known for a decade. That relationship consumed nearly all her youth, yet she had never been pursued by a man.
Even at the conclusion of that relationship, she was the one to speak first.
