They say the ambiguous stage is the most beautiful part of love.
Yet, how on earth has Mr. Genius Nie managed to make it so awkward?
Is it ignorance?
Or is there a more fitting adjective?
This night, aside from the ever-lovely moonlight, Meng Xin Zhi's emotions were truly a bit complex.
She did like Nie Guangyi; having recognized what was in her heart, there was no point in deceiving herself.
But before that fluttering could take any definite shape, it was shattered by Nie Guangyi's various, infuriating moves.
Nie Guangyi's behavior was a bit out of the ordinary, but he was far from unintelligent.
As obtuse as he could be, he knew Meng Xin Zhi was angry.
"Meng Xin Zhi, I have a very serious matter to confess."
Nie Guangyi might have been poor at other things, but he absolutely had no problem with learning.
Meng Xin Zhi didn't want to bother with him, but faced with this specially copied sentence structure, she couldn't help but find it both annoying and funny.
