Ziyi blinked her eyes and suddenly spoke with a serious expression: "Hmm, so, it's not that I like you, I love you."
The man's pupils contracted slightly, and from his fingertips to his heart, he trembled softly.
"He Ziyi, you..." He began hoarsely, but lost his words for a moment.
He knew that this woman didn't really understand the difference, but that word still hit him hard.
"I just love you, okay!" Ziyi's lips turned up as she repeated it again.
Pei Yuanchen suddenly released her, his gaze turning deep and unfathomable.
"Don't say that word again," he commanded hoarsely, "You'll regret it later."
"Hmph..." Ziyi picked at her fingers, looking disapproving, she rolled her eyes and suddenly opened her mouth: "I love you I love you I love you I love you... um!"
Pei Yuanchen expressionlessly reached out to cover her mouth.
