"If we don't start, it will never end, and we'll always be together, even just as friends!"
Ye Han's composure in his eyes shattered bit by bit, his voice taut and suppressed, with a slight tremble, "What did you say?"
"Ye Han, you're not the only one with feelings."
After speaking, Lai Qinghuan pried his hand away, stood up, and walked over to the window with her back to him, her emotions somewhat out of control, "You can go now, I don't want to see you right now."
Having said that, she buried her face in her hands.
Ye Han stepped forward and hugged her from behind, burying his head in the nape of her neck, "Qinghuan, tell me, I haven't misunderstood."
"Let go of me..."
Lai Qinghuan struggled, but Ye Han's grip on her arms tightened more and more, "You like me too, right?"
The force of her struggle gradually weakened.
In the end, she was compliantly held in his arms.
