Lin Yuanyuan had a bold personality, daring to love and hate, and Li Xiaoyao admired her for it.
When Lin Yuanyuan asked him if he liked her, the answer was affirmative.
This kind of liking was complex, less than love, yet mixed with many other emotions.
"Can't you be less direct?" Li Xiaoyao's gaze flickered, and he surprisingly didn't dare to look her in the eyes.
Lin Yuanyuan was like a blazing fire, her passionate and brave heart made Li Xiaoyao somewhat flustered.
If he couldn't give her an equivalent emotion, he shouldn't readily accept.
"Stop the nonsense, I asked you a question, do you like me or not?" Lin Yuanyuan's eyebrows arched proudly, a domineering stance, but underneath this domineering façade, only she knew of the panic hidden.
Heaven knows it took tremendous courage for her to ask such a question.
If the outcome wasn't what she hoped for, that blow would likely make her spirits dive.
