Upon saying this, Feng Yi's ears turned so red they almost dripped blood.
"You're blushing."
Shu Han used a declarative sentence.
Feng Yi pressed his lips tightly together without making a sound.
But he knew deep down that Shu Han was right; still, his face remained unchanged as he asked, "How can you tell?" After both training and missions, his face wasn't as black as a kettle bottom, but it wasn't exactly pale either. Could she really distinguish his blush?
Feng Yi: "Alright, enough about me, let's talk about you. When do you plan to stop being single?"
"It depends on fate."
Mo Yan avoided Feng Yi's gaze, responding softly.
"Depend on fate? If you keep being stubborn, you can forget about encountering any fate in this life." Hearing Feng Yi say this, Mo Yan knew exactly what he meant, but his face remained unchanged: "Is living alone not good?"
"What's so good about it?"
