The topic shifted again, and He Lingling couldn't continue the previous conversation, so she replied blandly, "This, not really..."
Her words carried a hint of insincerity, afraid that Li Fengnian would discern her thoughts. Initially, she had resisted, detested, and hated him because he had really been too mean to her.
"But now, I'm somewhat okay with you, right?" Li Fengnian looked at her with a gentle smile. Slowly, he reached out his long, fair hand, casually placing it on the divan, near He Lingling's small hand.
He Lingling subconsciously glanced at it, originally intending to withdraw her hand, but he didn't actually touch her hand. Moreover, he was looking at her when he spoke, so if she really pulled her hand back, it seemed a bit too self-indulgent.
She chuckled dryly to disguise her flustered thoughts and answered truthfully, "Yes."
