The person she liked?
When Ye Qingcheng heard these words, her heart beat sped up.
She tried to keep her expression calm and asked casually, "Who is the person you like?"
Luo Zhou looked at Ye Qingcheng. She had tied her hair into a bun today and was wearing a dress shirt and a pair of white shoes. She looked even more youthful.
A breeze blew over, brushing the strands of hair by her cheek. She raised her fair and slender fingers and gently brushed them behind her ear.
She was about to put her hand down when he suddenly grabbed it.
His fingertips were warm, as if there was an electric current.
Ye Qingcheng quickly retracted her hand and held her handbag tightly, glaring at him angrily. "How would I know if you don't tell me who you like?"
She was asking the obvious.
During their short relationship, he had never said that he liked her.
