Looking up at Yun Mo's face so close yet so distinct in its features, Qiao Xiaon'an's heart was pounding like a spooked deer.
He truly is a man to be puzzled about.
"Amo, I don't know how to reciprocate your feelings." Qiao Xiaon'an took in a deep breath, rising from his arms, "I'm impulsive, even if I agree now, one day I might blurt it out in a fit of pique."
Like a disciplined child, she looked in his eyes and said, "That's why I can't promise you."
"…" Yun Mo changed his posture too, with a swiftly knitted brow, "Are you implying that one day, you'll leave me?"
The veiled darkness outside the window mirrored the sombreness in his face.
Qiao Xiaon'an's restless fingers fiddled with his index finger, "Amo!" Then she puckered her lips to bare her heart, "Don't you know that women say the opposite of what they feel?"
Indeed, he didn't quite understand women.
Hence, he sat quietly across her, ready to listen to her explanation.
