The man's muscular and sturdy chest pressed against her from behind.
This feeling was marvelous, and her cheeks flushed red in an instant, as if ablaze.
"Mr. Rong, you..."
"You've been explaining about Man Qing, why is that?" Rong Yan's voice almost whispered in her ear.
"I... I just wanted to tell you the facts."
"Hmm? Don't you have any other thoughts?"
"..." Other thoughts?
Mao Beibei seriously combed through all the thoughts in her mind, "No..."
The man's hands grasped her slender shoulders, twisting her entire body to face him, "Mao Beibei, do you like me?"
The girl's round face blushed, and she was dumbstruck for a moment.
Like?
Upon questioning herself, she certainly didn't dislike him.
Before she could unravel the tangled thoughts in her mind, Rong Yan spoke again, "I like you."
Mao Beibei opened her mouth, "..."
What kind of international joke was this?
"Mr. Rong, have you been drinking?" Or, did you take the wrong medicine?