Zhao Yuying finished her drink and smacked her lips, "It seems there's a bit of the taste you mentioned."
Qin Hao smiled slightly and took another sip.
Zhao Yuying got up and walked behind him, "You've been looking at the computer for such a long time, you must be tired. Let me give you a massage. I learned a few tricks from Meng, let's see how they work."
After she finished speaking, her hands rested on Qin Hao's shoulders and she gently began to massage him.
She was proactive and bold in her approach to feelings; how could Qin Hao not understand her intentions.
Qin Hao stood up and his bright eyes looked at Zhao Yuying, "Ying."
Zhao Yuying looked up at him, and although she was about one meter sixty-seven, she still had to tilt her face up to look at Qin Hao.
"Xiao Hao, I... I love you."
Having said that, her cheeks turned hot and instantly reddened, her big, sparkling eyes looking seriously at him.
...
More than half an hour later, the room returned to calm.
