"Do you like me?" Li Zijue asked again when she hesitated without speaking.
"I...I don't know..." Tong Mo didn't dare to meet his gaze, her head hung low, looking utterly conflicted.
Uncle Duck had indeed been very good to her, giving her money during New Year, tutoring her, procuring her the university admission letter she had dreamed of, and personally taking her to school...Tong Mo had never forgotten any of these things.
But to say that she liked him, that didn't seem quite right, either.
However, to say she didn't like him would negate the genuine feelings of gratitude she felt deep down.
So, at this moment, Tong Mo really had no idea how to respond to his question.
"Since you don't know, that means you do like me."
"I, I didn't..." Before Tong Mo could respond, her lips were sealed by a kiss from the man in the front seat.
"Don't deny it anymore, Momo..." His voice was deep and melodious, like a cello, and it carried an indescribable tenderness when he said her name.
