When Zhao Chi asked this question, he could feel that Yao Yu's delicate body was trembling slightly, indicating she was actually very nervous inside.
Zhao Chi's hand gently caressed her soft, snow-white skin and softly said, "Sister Yu, of course I like you, otherwise why would I be with you..."
He stopped there, unable to continue, and Yao Yu's face turned red, compelling her to ask, "If you like me, and we're like this, what about your little girlfriend?"
At this point, Zhao Chi's breath hitched, and he was at an even greater loss for words.
Yao Yu smiled tenderly, hiding the sourness in her heart, because she knew that she could never truly be with Zhao Chi. Just as she had said before, she felt unworthy!
"Alright, stop overthinking it." Yao Yu whispered, "To be with you like this, I am already very content."
