The room quieted down.
Only the faint sounds of their breathing were clearly audible.
It took Li Chen quite some time to collect himself, his gaze landed on Yuan Qingying's face, hanging so low, flushed with shyness.
Perhaps due to the intense nervousness, her tall figure quivered slightly, and beneath the checkered shirt, those two full mounds heaved erratically.
Her enticing appearance left Li Chen utterly spellbound.
Yuan Qingying also felt the intensity of Li Chen's burning gaze, and her head drooped even lower.
"Senior Sister, do you like me?" Clutching an excited heart, Li Chen asked with a tremble in his voice.
"Mmh..."
"Then why can't you say it?"
After what seemed like an eternity, Yuan Qingying took a deep breath and slowly lifted her head, "I'm six years older than you. I can't... I just want to be able to see you every day like this, secretly cherishing my fondness for you in my heart—I'm content with that."
As she spoke, her face was etched with sadness.
