In the morning, he said that she was the woman he liked, she could take that as a joke, but now...
Dylan Young closed in, not giving her a chance to dodge: "Why not? Is it because you don't like me?"
"I..."
"It's okay if you don't like me, I have plenty of time to make you like me."
"I..."
"Or do you hate me?"
Nell Harris shook her head, of course she didn't hate him, how could she possibly hate him, she just felt that the two of them shouldn't be in this kind of relationship.
Nell Harris felt her brain was completely scrambled, she didn't even know how to think, how to face this sudden occurrence, this was even more disconcerting than that unexpected kiss in the morning.
Dylan Young reached out and gently touched her cheeks: "Since you don't hate me, then you must like me."
Nell Harris suddenly jumped up from the sofa: "Please... don't talk, don't say anything... let me be quiet for a moment..."
Dylan Young saw her pale face, her eyes full of struggle.
