She coughed lightly, turned her head away, suddenly feeling a bit panicked inside. She dared not listen any further and changed the subject, "Brother Sheng Yan, you are really kind. Thank you for taking care of me these past few months."
Sheng Yan's eyes darkened. Had the little fox chickened out?
Where had the arrogance gone, the one that had boldly extended its claws asking him for an answer just a moment ago?
Sheng Yan's lips lightly curved up, a clear, handsome smile spreading across his face, like a brilliant warm sun in winter, catching He Jinxia's peripheral vision and etching itself into the softest corner of her heart.
He then spoke in a very gentle and soft voice, "It's not that I'm kind."
"It's that I like you."
As if a cool breeze had suddenly blown by, ripples surged across her heart's lake, and He Jinxia's pupils constricted as her heart began to race at that moment.
How should she describe this feeling?