"Come on, tell me—when did you fall in love with me?" Xu Nianhua tilted her head slightly, looking at Pei Yicheng, determined to get to the bottom of it.
Pei Yicheng smoothed her jet-black hair, lowering his head as if to kiss her.
Xu Nianhua shook her head, lifted her hand, cupped his face, and asked, "You fell for me at first sight, didn't you?"
Pei Yicheng: "..." If he really says it was love at first sight, wouldn't that just contradict what he said earlier?
Hmm, to be precise, it was the third time he saw her—when he heard her talk about her family, that happy look on her face—that was when a special girl took root in his heart.
"Hmph, fine, don't tell me then." Xu Nianhua pushed him away, annoyed.
Suddenly.
She felt a force at her waist, pulling her back onto the bed—then, a weight pressed down on her.
