Jiang Siming heard the sound and casually glanced back, but he couldn't move his gaze away.
Feeling Jiang Siming's burning stare, Li Shengxue's face turned as red as fire.
However, she mustered her courage, step by step approaching Jiang Siming. Resolutely, she raised her head, her gaze tender and filled with longing.
"I've always wanted to tell you... I like you. I'm leaving tomorrow... I don't know when I'll be back, so... could you... make me yours?"
After saying this, Li Shengxue was so embarrassed that she closed her eyes, not daring to meet Jiang Siming's gaze.
But after a long while, Li Shengxue received no response from Jiang Siming. Thinking he had rejected her, she opened her eyes in heart-wrenching pain, only to find Jiang Siming was no longer in the living room.
"Shengxue, could you bring me a towel?" Jiang Siming suddenly called out from the bathroom.