"Do you like me?" Du Juan was not one to mince words, especially since following Yang Ruxin, she had embraced this nature even more. So, after a glance at Du Yunpeng's back, she pondered for a moment and directly asked.
"I…" Du Yunpeng felt as if something had pricked him, instinctively wanting to flee, but his hand hit the door, and he quickly retracted it. He hadn't forgotten his identity; the young lady was staying next door. What if he blew his cover?
Du Juan frowned. Did she misunderstand? Her expression immediately turned somewhat awkward. This was embarrassing, so she hurriedly lay back down and closed her eyes.
Du Yunpeng said "I" for ages, finally mustering the courage to turn around and look up. But his head was full of lines instantly—had she fallen asleep again? He immediately felt a suicidal urge. Why was he so cowardly? He couldn't help but step forward two steps.
Du Juan immediately opened her eyes again and sat up: "What's the matter with you?"
