"Really!" Song Tian Mo lowered his head, gently kissed her forehead and smiled faintly, "Does Ling Fei like me?"
Ling Fei squinted her misty eyes and carefully looked at him.
She shook her head.
"I don't like you."
"You don't like me?" Song Tian Mo's face blanched. He felt utterly desolate. Squinting, he stared at Ling Fei with stern eyes, "Why don't you like me?"
"Ling Fei likes Tianmo, not you… uh, no...I don't like…" Ling Fei shook her head resolutely.
"Hehe, how much does Ling Fei like Tianmo?" Her response pleased Song Tian Mo, softening his gaze instantly, coaxing Ling Fei to speak.
It's said that in vino veritas - the truth inevitably comes out when one is drunk. Ling Fei's tipsy confession seemed to please Song Tian Mo even more than when she was sober.
"I like you a lot… like…" To emphasize her feelings, Ling Fei stretched out both her hands and made a huge gesture.
But halfway through, her face turned pale, and she covered her stomach with a grimace.