"When can you marry me?!" Feng Zheyu asked her.
Lu Xiaoyou propped her chin with her hand, "When I like you~"
"Then when will you like me?" Feng Zheyu wasn't satisfied with her answer.
"Hmm... Liking someone, for me, is a very difficult thing."
Feng Zheyu, like a deflated balloon, said, "Then I'll wait for you to like me."
After a few seconds of silence between them, Feng Zheyu muttered, "I think liking someone is an easy thing."
"How could that be!" Falling for someone isn't that easy? For Lu Xiaoyou, it's too difficult.
"I like you."
He said these four words with his dark eyes sparkling, Lu Xiaoyou laughed, and Feng Zheyu added, "See, saying 'I like you' is very easy."
To give Lu Xiaoyou a demonstration, he turned around to the man who just walked in and said:
"Mou Xiao, I like you!"
Mou Xiao: "!!! ......"
Eh eh eh eh ah ah ah ah ah.............
Mou Xiao's face, usually frozen year-round, turned bright red like it was splashed with boiling water.
