"Miss Lin, actually, sir has always liked you, he's just conflicted." Ying Xia lowered her eyes, gazing at the milk tea in Lin Yixun's cup. "Take this cup of milk tea, for example. It's very unlikely for a grown man to like milk tea, but every time he goes to your bridal room, he asks me to make a cup. Whenever he drinks milk tea, his expression seems distracted. I don't think he enjoys the milk tea itself, rather he's savoring the taste of being with you."
Lin Yixun listened quietly, her face calm but her mind in turmoil. At that moment, Leng Yixiu finished his call and walked in.
Seeing Leng Yixiu enter, Lin Yixun couldn't help but say, "It's getting late, shall we go back?"
She didn't want to stay here, afraid Ying Xia might reveal other things she didn't know.
The man gave her a deep look, then nodded slightly. "Alright. But before we leave, I want to show you something."
