Tell Her Who He Likes
"What is it?" Fu Yushen remembered that she had mentioned wanting to ask him something since breakfast, and now they finally had some time to talk.
"Please, have a seat first," Fu Yushen said as he pulled her to sit on a nearby rattan chair.
A white porcelain teapot sat on the glass round table, emitting a faint mist and the fragrance of fresh tea. The man leaned over and gracefully picked up the white porcelain teapot with his long, slender fingers to pour her some tea, exuding an elegant and luxurious charm from his very bones.
However, Ye Shengge wasn't in the mood to appreciate it at the moment. Without much preamble, she blurted out, "I heard that you've liked someone for over ten years."
In that instant, Fu Yushen's pouring motion abruptly halted.
The air fell silent.
Deathly silent.
Several seconds passed, and his lowered eyelashes trembled slightly. He put down the teapot and lifted his gaze to look at her, his voice extremely deep, "Where did you hear that from?"