"You know, Brother Dabao is really busy studying, should we not disturb him?"
At first, the naive Nuonuo truly believed it, but gradually, she realized.
All those inconveniences Mommy mentioned were just excuses.
Dabao was stunned for a moment when she questioned him like that.
By the time he regained his senses, Nuonuo had already picked up the remote and turned on the TV with a "click."
"Nuonuo, it's not what you think..."
Dabao's words were stuck in his throat. He opened his mouth wanting to explain, but as he started, he didn't know how to convey to her his true feelings from the past three years—or rather, even longer.
Nuonuo moved her gaze from the TV screen to his face, her dark eyes flickering with the light from the television. Her delicate features appeared breathtaking under the shifting light.
"Brother, I didn't think anything of it; it's you who overthought!"
