"You've asked this question before." This time, Mi Jing was silent for nearly a minute, then avoided the question.
"I thought after spending some time together, you would come to like me." Shen Lingxing grasped Mi Jing's hand, and as he finished speaking, he planted a kiss on the back of her hand, smiling tenderly.
Uh!
Mi Jing froze again; the warmth on the back of her hand seemed to spread to her face. Uncontrollably, her cheeks began to heat up, then burn.
"You don't like me, so why should I like you?" Mi Jing felt she couldn't lose her composure on this question, so she mustered up the courage to meet Shen Lingxing's eyes and said righteously.
"Who said I don't like you?" Shen Lingxing's lips curved even more noticeably.
You clearly said it yourself!
Mi Jing glared at Shen Lingxing with disdain and said, "Someone who is either forgetful or trying to renege said it!"
"Haha."
