Qian Meng walked over to the bed and sat down at the end and unfolded the paper. "I am glad that your love for me is up there with your codes, Mr. Mo. I am honored. If you want to show your journal to me, I don't mind. Until that day comes, I will hold onto this piece of paper like it is my lifeline."
He came over and stopped in front of where she sat, crouching down so that he was looking up at her through his long lashes. Her eyes were on the paper, rereading it, but she could feel him watching her. Sure enough, when she looked at him, his eyes were locked on her.
"Why are you staring at me?"
