'It's pretty normal for a young girl to cry when faced with his cold expression, right?'
'As for reaching out to grab him...'
Xu Su watched him lazily. 'I didn't expect him to be so proper... He was pretty quick to dodge that underclassman who was clearly interested in him.'
For once, Xi Zirong didn't look away under her gaze. Instead, he leaned closer. "I only want you to hold my hand, and I only want to hold yours. Xu Su, you said you'd mind, so can I take that to mean you like me, too?"
'You like me, too...'
The boy's gaze was bold and direct. It made Xu Su's ears burn, and she couldn't help but turn her head to avoid his eyes.
Xi Zirong was relentless. He pressed on, "Xu Su, is it that hard to admit you like me?"
'Is it that hard to admit I like Xi Zirong?'
'My heart softens for him, and I mind it when other girls get close to him... That must be what liking someone is, right?'
Xu Su couldn't quite describe what she was feeling.
