Feng Yuran's hesitated and uneasy voice that was unusual rang. "Tong'er, do you like me?"

He, who always appeared confident and devilishly attractive, was never so unsure like now.

Smiles appeared on her face, and the corners of her lips lifted unconsciously with warmth in her heart. She leaned still on his chest and clenched a corner of his sleeve, as if only in this way, could the sweetness not pass away.

Feng Yuran was so tenacious that when he ...