Chen Jiayan glanced at her but remained silent.
Xie Baola caught up to his pace, noticing his shadow stretching out on the ground in front of her. She playfully stomped on it with a sing-song voice, a bit too affected, "Why are you being so proactive? I'm really starting to like you more and more."
Chen Jiayan: "..."
Chen Jiayan had become immune to her saying 'like.'
At first, it was strange, causing a ripple in his heart. But after hearing it over and over, he understood it was her way of expressing her feelings.
And he didn't know how to respond, so he didn't.
His shadow was tightly linked to him behind his back.
Xie Baola didn't step on his shadow anymore, walking beside him instead.
She looked up, "When will you start liking me?"
Chen Jiayan clammed up.
"Fine then,"
Xie Baola mumbled to herself, "You don't like me yet, got it."
She wasn't in a rush.
Not in the slightest.
Sooner or later, there would come a day when she would win Chen Jiayan over.
