"Nianhua, do you dislike me?" Pei Yicheng leaned against the wall, his gaze burning as he looked at her. It was as if his eyes were trying to melt her completely.
Xu Nianhua could only feel her heart beating like thunder, surrounded by his unique scent that filled the air around her nostrils.
"Dislike?"
Pei Yicheng's voice grew weaker.
Even though Xu Nianhua dared not look up at him, just hearing his voice made her think he was pitiful, like an abandoned puppy.
"I don't dislike you," Xu Nianhua quickly shook her head, keeping her gaze low, daring not to look at Pei Yicheng for fear she might fall into his trap.
"Then you must like me."
Pei Yicheng's steady voice rose again.
The attic was already dimly lit, and combined with his voice, it almost... made Xu Nianhua, who was a sucker for a good voice, feel as if she couldn't move.
Like?
Xu Nianhua suddenly raised her head, and in the dimly lit attic, it was as if a filter had been placed over his face.
