Yunxi's eyes were deep, and he suddenly leaned back on the sofa, raising his arm to support his head.
He tilted his head and looked at George, who was sitting upright.
In contrast, it implicitly declared that George was somewhat blindly nervous.
George leaned forward, full of confusion: "Look, Little Xiahua likes you, you know it, you refuse, you don't want to delay her.
Qiao Yi likes you, yet you avoid her, and now it seems like you're not avoiding anymore, you didn't directly refuse, nor did you shatter her fantasy.
Don't you feel that your not refusing her is actually tacitly allowing her to keep liking you? That it's actually indulging her feelings for you? Don't you feel that as Qiao Yi falls deeper, you also bear responsibility?"
George spoke for a long time, but Yunxi had no reaction at all.
George got anxious, stood up, and looked at Yunxi: "I've been heartbroken, I feel bad, so I know if Qiao Yi gets heartbroken, she will feel terrible too.
