Wishful Thinking

Actually, she had come up every night to ring the doorbell. Some days, she would come up a few times just to see if he had come back.

But every time she came, she had returned disappointed. She had even waited for ten minutes to half an hour at times.

The more she waited expectantly, the more she longed to see him.

An Zhixin was gazing fixedly at him, and she couldn't hide the fascination in her eyes.

Only a few days without seeing him, and she was feeling like she was going crazy thinking about him.

Now that she had seen him, she could only feel her heart thumping madly and restlessly. It felt like she was going to float into the air.

Yin Shaojie didn't even take a glance at what was in her hand before saying tepidly, "No thanks. We're not eating."

We?

An Zhixin's heart suddenly stopped for a moment. She felt stifled like her heart was being pressed down by a stone…