It doesn't seem as hard to accept as imagined.
Chen Jingbo looked at the girl in front of him. She was a very pretty girl, as lovely as the most delicate porcelain doll in the world.
He hesitated for a moment, his brows tightly knit, his sharp eyes locked onto her eyes and brows, and Ou Jingfeng's delicate little face fully entered his vision.
She wasn't wearing makeup, appearing incredibly clean, her long lashes like dense feathers, fluttering lightly with every blink.
"Why don't I stay?" He said this without much confidence.
Ou Jingfeng paused, surprised, then said, "Stay? How is that possible? You should still go back."
"You don't seem to want me to leave. It was obvious just now that you didn't want me to go, yet now you're saying one thing but meaning another. Don't you find that insincere?" He said this while staring at her fiercely.
