Zhao Dong was startled, and his cigarette quivered. "What the hell are you talking about?"
Lin Qingyun stared at him deeply, her tone devoid of any discernible emotion. It was eerily calm—so calm it was strange.
"You don't have to rush to deny it. I'm a woman, so I can naturally tell when another woman's gaze is… off. A woman's intuition is very sharp, too. If I'm not mistaken, Sixue might have feelings for you."
"Are you serious? That's ridiculous! How could she possibly like me? You… you're overthinking things!" Zhao Dong touched his nose and quickly explained.
Lin Qingyun narrowed her beautiful eyes, looking out the window with a complex expression. "Zhao Dong, what I'm trying to say is… if you like Sixue too, I can accept you two being together. Sixue is my best friend… I know she's a very good woman."
Zhao Dong slammed on the brakes, bringing the car to a screeching halt in the middle of the road.
