"No," Yun Jue shook his head, pinched her palm lightly, and then turned his hand, interlocking their fingers tightly: "Do you feel it? I'm holding your hand..."
Muu Qingwan suddenly raised a hand, covered her mouth, and burst into tears.
Yun Jue was a bit confused, "…Wanwan, do… do you not want to?"
Muu Qingwan shook her head vigorously, plunged into his arms, and held him tightly, "I do, I do, I do!… Ah Jue… I like you!"
Yun Jue laughed, "Hmm, I thought so too!"
Muu Qingwan looked at him in a way that made him feel that Muu Qingwan liked him.
Whenever she looked at him, it was always with great focus, gentleness, with a hint of admiration and awe, making him feel manly to the max.
When he realized he greatly enjoyed being looked at in that way by Muu Qingwan, he thought maybe he had fallen for Muu Qingwan.
Just now, seeing Muu Qingwan cry so pitifully, his heart fluttered, and he suddenly wanted to kiss her.
At that moment, he had no doubts left.
