He really, really likes her (1)

The room was quiet, and only their deep breaths could be heard.

The window was clearly closed, but there seemed to be a breeze flowing in the air, blowing her hair and stirring up the ripples in her heart.

Su lanxu wanted to pry his hand away, but when her fingertips touched the burning skin on her wrist, she covered it instead.

Under her thick eyelashes, her clear eyes seemed to be covered by a layer of fog under the orange light.

&Quot; Xu Jialu, don't force me. Let me think about it. &Quot;

She did not reject him as firmly as before, but she could not promise him anything either.

"I will think it through."

It was about the complicated feelings between them, about whether her feelings for him were simply moved, or whether the love that had been smothered was reemerging little by little.

Xu Jialu didn't force her anymore. His thick, fan-like eyelashes drooped uncontrollably, but he didn't let go of her hand.