Sang Yan momentarily blanked, swallowed, and said, "Yes, there's a lot I want to talk to you about, but... I'm afraid you might not be interested..."
He gently lowered his eyes, not voicing his true thoughts.
What he actually wanted to say was that he was afraid she might not be interested in him.
The words of someone uninterested naturally feel dull and boring.
Sang Yan feared seeing her yawn or become distracted while they were talking, which would be more heartbreaking than her directly telling him she didn't like him.
Seeing his somewhat deflated expression, Qiao Suisui tiptoed and pinched his cheeks, pulling them apart with both hands.
"Did I say I wasn't interested? Do you always like to simulate conversations with me in your mind?"
Sang Yan, despite being pinched, wasn't angry; he even slightly leaned down to not tire her and let her play with his face.
