Zhu Yiming originally didn't intend to say anything to her, but upon hearing her say this so earnestly, he suddenly chuckled while hugging her waist.
Is she his type?!
Then, the first time meeting Jiang and Huai, wasn't it the same feeling?
However, even after navigating the world of love for so many years, he still couldn't quite figure out that woman, yet he couldn't help but be led by her.
Ha~, when experts face off, one side is bound to admit defeat first.
Zhu Yiming is willing to surrender!
The room's candle flickered with dim light, Qiao Anlu followed his dance steps, yet looked up at him with doubt. In her heart, Zhu Yiming wasn't the sentimental type.
"Doctor Zhu, I really like you," she emphasized again.
"Why do you think you like me?" Zhu Yiming asked once more.
"I already told you, you're my type. Plus, Zhao Anqi once said, liking someone means often thinking of him and fearing he might run off with another woman!"
