"Why can't I?"
Chu Yao grabbed Mo Tingshen's hand and placed it on her calf. She scooted closer and leaned against him.
Mo Tingshen chuckled, a tone of amusement laced in his voice, "You're always up to something, one idea after another."
Chu Yao looked up, "My desire for romance isn't real."
Is this an explanation?
"But my loneliness is real."
Mo Tingshen remained silent.
"Saying I don't have any distractions in my personal life isn't true."
He still kept quiet.
"But not finding the right person is real."
He clicked his tongue, "Not a single truthful word from your mouth."
"Yes, there is. I've always been honest with you."
Mo Tingshen had a look that said, "Do you really think I believe that?"
Chu Yao leaned closer, her hands supporting the edge of the sofa beneath her, she bumped her forehead against him to make him look up, gazing into his eyes directly, "There really is, ask if you don't believe."
Mo Tingshen: "Then say something truthful that I can hear."
