Zhao Dong stroked Jiang Nianyu's soft hair and looked into her eyes. "Do you think I love you?"
Jiang Nianyu smiled and snuggled into his arms. Looking into his eyes, she said softly, "Zhao Dong, I understand. We really haven't known each other for long—just a few months. Besides, we haven't been in touch all that often. At most, I helped you a few times, and you helped me. So," she continued, "I know you're just fond of me at best. It's still a long way from love."
Zhao Dong was silent. He didn't want to lie to her. Before tonight, he had truly seen her as just a good friend, never imagining any kind of romantic entanglement.
"Zhao Dong, you're a good man. At least you didn't lie to me or insincerely say you loved me. But... starting tonight, I am your woman. And starting tonight, you must love me," Jiang Nianyu said, looking into his eyes.
