Upon hearing the voice, Wan Yu instantly bristled. Turning to see Jian Mingcheng's stern face, she immediately explained, "It's admiration. You're right, just pure admiration. It has nothing to do with liking, let alone love."
Her hand was shaking like a rattle drum.
Jian Mingcheng's frosty lips suppressed a smile. "I never said you liked him. Why are you so nervous?"
"PHEW—" Wan Yu felt her heart pounding, anxious and unsettled. They say a woman's heart is a needle in the ocean, but it's clearly a man's heart that's the real needle in the ocean!
"But you looked like you couldn't take your eyes off him..."
Before Jian Mingcheng finished speaking, Jian's Mother overheard and came over. "Yu Yu, you like our second son?"
Her brows danced with delight. "Then you really have good taste! Our second son is just three years older than you. As the old saying goes, 'A man three years your senior...' No, that's not quite right..."
