"Sister An Yu, what kind of man do you like?" Tang Yue asked in a different way.
Qin Anyu's mind conjured up an image of a refined and handsome man.
Qin Anyu shook her head, tossing his figure out of her mind, and then she thought of the person who saved her in the dark night. She even clearly remembered that person scolding her for not recognizing a good-hearted person, saving her, yet she bit him.
She didn't know who exactly had saved her.
Qin Anyu tilted her head, pondering.
Tang Yue watched her face change expressions without blinking, and asked, "Sister An Yu, who was the last person you thought of? Your expression seemed a bit sweet, and somewhat expectant?"
"Sweet?" Qin Anyu, coming back to her senses, looked at Tang Yue with a puzzled face.
"Yes." Tang Yue nodded affirmatively: "The first person you thought of, your expression was complicated and conflicted, but then it became somewhat sweet – like the feeling when one thinks of their beloved."
