Nangong Mo originally intended to push her away, but upon hearing these words, it was as if he was struck by a bolt of lightning. He stood there frozen, staring blankly at the girl's delicate face.
His soul and spirit were leaping and soaring in the wind:
She said she liked him? She likes him? So she likes him too!
Not only does she like him, but she also said it out loud! She must really, really like him to let it slip!
"Nangong Mo? Are you... okay?" [Could it be that the fever cooked his brain?!]
Yun Ran looked at him with some concern and waved a hand in front of his eyes.
Nangong Mo snapped out of it as if waking from a dream, grabbed Yun Ran's hand, and asked her with some urgency, "Yun Ran, what did you just say? I didn't hear it clearly, say it again!"
Yun Ran: "..."
