What do I like? Of course, I like her! But Shen Yancheng's throat got stuck. If he had blurted it out just now, he would have definitely said it.
But with this stumbling, and with Jiang Xiaorou asking him, it was as if she had hit his inner heart directly, making it impossible for him to speak frankly. Perhaps, he was also afraid of being rejected by Xiaorou!
"Like—madness! Seeing you drives me crazy—isn't that okay?" Shen Yancheng stretched his neck out, speaking with great confidence.
Wasn't it just a sentence? Did he need to stretch his neck to prove that he wasn't being timid or having a racing heart at that moment?
"Boring."
Jiang Xiaorou shook off Shen Yancheng's hand and hobbled out of the hotel. Her foot injury made her unable to walk fast. Shen Yancheng was so annoyed, annoyed that he couldn't even confess his feelings.
Normally, he wasn't like this. In business, he had always been decisive and never hesitant, his brain could always race quickly.