"Huh?" Zhang Lingying didn't expect Leng Jian's reaction to be more straightforward than hers. She slightly parted her lips, came back to her senses, and anxiously asked, "Are you willing?"
"Then you answer me first, do you like me?" Leng Jian's expression became more composed as he pushed the small bowl of food in front of him back to her, indicating she could eat while talking.
Zhang Lingying felt a warmth in her heart, thinking she could never find someone as gentle and considerate as him. She decisively nodded, "I like you!"
Hearing this, Leng Jian's lips curved slightly as he continued to ask, "Then do you love me?"
Zhang Lingying: "..."
"Is this question hard to answer? Or do you not even know yourself?" Leng Jian seemed to discern what she was thinking and slowly spoke.
Zhang Lingying, like a child who had done something wrong, lowered her head in dismay.
Staring at her own palms, she couldn't find the words.
She didn't know.
