Fan Zhengyu knew he was sick, so she spoke with extra tenderness, somewhat like coaxing a child, but after talking for a while, she realized the other party gave no response and turned to look at him.
"Zhengyu, actually, after all you've said, you just want to tell me..." Yun Hezhi sat on the bed, seriously looking at her, "that you like me."
His eyes seemed to contain a hot breeze, and his breath carried a burning heat.
"We've met each other's parents, what do you think?" After being together for so long, Fan Zhengyu didn't expect him to still be agonizing over such questions.
"You haven't answered my question directly."
"..." Fan Zhengyu pursed her lips, preparing to pour him some water, but unexpectedly her wrist was grabbed.
Caught off guard, her body was sent directly crashing into him. She was worried about hurting him, given he was a patient at the moment, but instead, her head was held steady, forcing her to face him—
Face to face.
"Tell me, how much do you like me?"
