"What are you blindly thinking about? Why would I be with you if I didn't love you?"
...
Wang Peirong lingered in the restroom for quite a while before finally flushing and opening the door, only to see Luo Feng leaning coldly against the doorway, startling her: "Feng, when did you come here, you scared me to death."
Luo Feng pointed at two single sofas facing each other: "Now, let's move into the session where I ask and you answer. Sit down."
"Why are you being so serious?" Wang Peirong's heart was pounding as if it was about to leap out of her throat. Did he hear something just now? Impossible, she was in the innermost part, and she spoke so softly, how could he have heard?
"Tell me, what do you like about me?" Luo Feng's expression was drastically different than before.
