Sheng Qianchi's gaze suddenly quivered for a moment, like a straight road suddenly wrinkled.
He reached out a hand, pinched her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes, "Tell me, you like me."
Actually, her body was far more honest than her mouth.
Men can separate sex from love, even if they don't love, they can still flirt with different women.
But women are different, women's sexuality is born from love.
A normal woman, if she doesn't like a man, would only feel disgusted or even intensely repulsed by his closeness, but she greedily indulged in his kiss, and he could see the intoxication in her eyes.
Gu Jiayin looked deeply into his eyes, biting her lip silently.
Did she like him? She didn't dare deny it. Although she didn't dare admit how much she actually liked him, she truly couldn't deny that she did like him.
Only, she herself didn't know how deep her feelings for him were.
