Zhou Jingwei was articulate and logical, speaking in a slow and methodical manner. Cheng Weiyue was no match for him.
Her face turned bright red, and it took her a long while before she relaxed her bitten lips, resolutely saying, "But I have a boyfriend, and your feelings for me will lead nowhere."
Zhou Jingwei was amused by her stubborn and single-minded demeanor. He released her shoulders, only to see Cheng Weiyue hastily slip under the covers, revealing just a pair of naturally alluring, moist eyes.
He kindly reminded her, "Weiyue, you're sleeping in my bed."
Cheng Weiyue felt all the blood rush to her head. She looked at him with wide eyes, both embarrassed and angry.
It was like a little rabbit showing its claws when cornered, hardly lethal.
Yet it was extremely vivid.
She didn't dislike herself; hearing that it was his bed even made her blush.
What she couldn't accept was just her own confession.
She just didn't love herself, that's all.
"Zhou Jingwei!"
"I'm here."