"Zhuo Shaoqing..." She really had no way to answer his question.
Although she understood that Mu Zisu didn't truly love her and perhaps didn't even like her, she lacked the courage to say it out loud to Zhuo Shaoqing.
Zhuo Shaoqing smiled forlornly, suddenly leaned forward, propping his arms on the couch, leaving only a tiny space for Xiaoxiao.
The strong smell of alcohol mixed with the inherent scent of a man washed over her... Instinctively, Xiaoxiao leaned back against the couch to keep some distance between them, to avoid unnecessary awkwardness.
But even as she leaned back, the movement between them still seemed somewhat intimate.
"Xiaoxiao... if I say I love you, would you believe me?" Zhuo Shaoqing's peach-blossom eyes stared at Xiaoxiao with deep affection.
Xiaoxiao's body stiffened instantly, having thought that Zhuo Shaoqing's interest in her was only fleeting, at most a liking, but he actually...
