"Zhizhi, I'm glad you think that way."
In the silent corridor, every sentence from Pei Yu echoed in Shen Zhiyi's ears.
"This isn't jealousy," he knew too well how Shen Zhiyi would think and was willing to teach her bit by bit, "it's possessiveness."
Shen Zhiyi lifted her head, gazing into his deep, dark eyes, where a light smile fluttered, easily revealing how pleased he was at the moment. He curved his lips in satisfaction and kissed her forehead, her eyebrows, "This means you love me a little more now."
All her confusion, hesitation, and embarrassment found answers in his words.
Shen Zhiyi closed her eyes, feeling the scorching kisses he planted on her face, her heartbeat gradually becoming unsteady, causing her thoughts to tumble into chaos.
She had realized quite early that she liked Pei Yu, but never thought this liking was different from others'. Many people liked Pei Yu, and liking him was nothing out of ordinary.
