Banxia froze again, a sense of helplessness washing over her. Under the veil of night, her small face had long turned fiery red and scorching hot.
She had always known that Yan Ting did everything very straightforwardly, but she didn't expect his confession to be so direct that it was hard to take in.
"You like me, so I have to respond to you? Wouldn't that make me look cheap?" Banxia lowered her head, muttering under her breath.
Though she said that out loud, her heart inexplicably bloomed like a flower, filled with excitement, delight, and a hint of panic.
Yan Ting actually liked her. Ha, the arrogant and untouchable Mr. Huo liked her. How could this not be something to be proud of?
"You must respond to me. I don't like playing a one-man show, nor do I want an unrequited love. Now that I've said it, what are you going to do?" The man was too domineering, laying all the tough questions in front of her, forcing her to make a choice.
But...
