However, as the person involved, I only felt deep distress.
"Alright, I've said everything that needs to be said."
Zhu Qingyue's eyes curved upward as she looked straight at me.
"Before Xing Jie comes back, I want to hear your answer."
Xu Xiangyang hesitated for a moment and then asked.
"What do you mean by a 'response'...?"
"Of course, I'm asking whether you want to accept my confession."
She clapped her hands, her smile blooming like a flower on her round, cute face.
"If you like me and I like you, if our feelings are mutual, then in the future, we can be together, not just as friends, but as lovers..."
"Hold on, just to clarify, you do know you're not talking in your sleep, right?"
Xu Xiangyang couldn't help but hold his forehead; he was utterly unable to act as light-hearted as she did, and he couldn't possibly manage a smile.