So, Nangong Yaoling was eager to know if she ever thought about him.
Xia Xiaonuan nodded: "Mm... I did."
There was a flash of joy in his eyes.
He cupped her face: "How much have you thought about me?"
Xia Xiaonuan's face reddened, her gaze dropped: "Just like how you think about me..."
Nangong Yaoling laughed: "How do you know what my thoughts about you are like?"
"..."
"If I weren't thinking of you, would you stop thinking of me too?"
Xia Xiaonuan nodded: "Of course, if you're not thinking of me, why should I think of you?"
"How can you be so heartless?"
He frowned, pinching her cheek.
Xia Xiaonuan let out a humph.
"I think about you every moment, every second." Nangong Yaoling hugged her tightly, speaking in her ear.
Xia Xiaonuan lifted the corner of her lips.
"Do you think of me the same way?"
"Mm... barely!" Xia Xiaonuan grinned mischievously. Suddenly, she felt something hard pressed against her abdomen.
Her expression changed involuntarily.
