Song Xian kept looking at Xie Liangchen, watching the flicker of hesitation in her eyes because of his words, and his heart raced with excitement. This was his position in her heart now.
At least he could cause her a moment of confusion and hesitation.
He gently rubbed the white porcelain teacup in front of him. The water in the cup was still warm, warming his hand, but because he held it too long, it became scalding hot.
After waiting a long time, Song Xian felt a burst of joy blooming in his heart when he finally heard Xie Liangchen's reply: "Then thank you, sir."
She did not refuse.
Song Xian couldn't help but let a smile form at the corner of his lips. The joy stayed within, allowing him to sigh in his heart. After all his efforts, he finally held some weight in her heart.
He picked up the teacup and took a sip, appearing calm, but the water in the cup was slightly rippling.
