"..." Jin Jumo was stunned for a moment, her cheeks suddenly burning. The usually eloquent person turned into a stutterer at this moment, "I, I when, when did I ever say, say I liked you?"
Rong Mochen feigned a disappointed lip press, stared deeply at Jin Jumo, "Didn't you? Could it be that I remembered wrong?"
Jin Jumo didn't care, immediately said, "I don't know who told you that, but I didn't say it."
Rong Mochen nodded, suddenly asked, "What about now, do you like me?"
Jin Jumo's throat choked, her peach blossom eyes widened staring at him, after a few seconds, she awkwardly turned her head away, dryly said, "I'm a bit hungry, let's find a place to eat something."
For Rong Mochen at this moment, Jin Jumo's evasion, deliberately changing the subject, was what comforted him the most.
If she had straightforwardly answered him on this matter, the answer he received would definitely not have been that she liked him.
