"Do you think this is a bit too fast?" Jin Meng continued to stare at Qiu Cheng.
"Seems like it is a bit." It wasn't just a bit, it felt like skyrocketing, Qiu Cheng thought to himself.
Jin Meng crossed her arms, propped up her chin, and tilted her head to the right.
"Then I'll just say it straight, I, Jin Meng, have taken a liking to you. What do you think of me?"
As a man nearing thirty, it wasn't realistic to say he had seen countless people, but Qiu Cheng was a handsome guy, having no shortage of admirers since he was young, including some quite bold ones. However, at this age, there were naturally more things to consider.
He took another sip of water.
"I think our understanding of each other is still very limited, so anything we say now is premature."
Hearing this, Jin Meng's eyes nearly squinted into slits. Wasn't saying 'anything we say now is premature' indicative of hope?
