"Nianhua, do you hate me?" Pei Yicheng braced his hand against the wall, his gaze burning into her, as if his eyes could melt her completely.
Xu Nianhua could only feel her heart pounding wildly, her nose surrounded by that unique scent from his body.
"Hate you?"
Pei Yicheng's voice softened a bit.
Even though Xu Nianhua didn't dare look up at him, just hearing that tone made her heart ache for him. He sounded like an abandoned little puppy.
"I don't hate you." Xu Nianhua hurriedly shook her head. She kept her head down, not daring to look at Pei Yicheng at all, afraid that if she wasn't careful, she'd just fall completely.
"Then it means you like me."
Pei Yicheng's steady voice rang out again.
The attic was already dimly lit, and with his voice added in, it just... made voice-loving Xu Nianhua feel like she couldn't move a single step.
Like him?
Xu Nianhua suddenly looked up. In the low attic light, it was as if someone had put a dreamy filter over his face.
