Really nothing?" The woman looked at Qin Chuan with amusement.
He coughed, "Nothing!"
"You haven't said you like me yet," the woman said.
Qin Chuan was a little confused, not quite understanding what this woman meant.
"Is it important to say it?" Qin Chuan asked, puzzled.
"Boring!"
the woman scolded, pulling Qin Chuan forward, no longer discussing the topic, but she seemed happy.
"You...you really like me?" Qin Chuan asked softly.
He was a little uneasy, asking this question without confidence. He hadn't felt this way in a long time, but now it felt so strong.
The woman looked at Qin Chuan's cautious appearance, even seeing his timidity, and felt inexplicably happy.
"Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"
"I want to hear the truth," Qin Chuan said softly.
"The truth is I like you. If I ever find a man in this life, it will definitely be you, unless I don't find a man at all."
The woman's elegant, magnetic, and powerful voice was truly beautiful, not in a delicate way, but even more beautiful than a pretty face.
Adding to that, what man wouldn't feel proud and satisfied after saying such things? Qin Chuan felt as if his soul had left his body, his whole being floating.
"Are you happy?" the woman asked with a smile.
Qin Chuan looked at her and noticed a faint blush on her face, a beauty that was almost inexplicable.
A goddess, majestic and powerful, yet now she wore a shy expression. It's said that a woman's most beautiful moment is when she's shy.
No matter what kind of woman she is, there's a universally acknowledged moment when she's most feminine: when she's shy.
This seems to be a woman's privilege. For many men, a man's shyness doesn't seem attractive, but it's different for women.
"Happy, but it feels so unreal," Qin Chuan said with a smile.
"When did you become so insecure? You weren't like this in front of me before," the woman said, chuckling as she linked her arm with Qin Chuan's.
"That's because I had no desires for you before."
"So that means you have feelings for me now."
"Ahem, well, how should I put it..."
"You're a grown man, and I'm like this, can't you take a step forward?" the woman said angrily.
"Are you really going to take that step?"
The woman gave Qin Chuan a long, lingering look.
Qin Chuan hesitated for a moment, then suddenly leaned in and pecked the corner of her lips, a fleeting touch.
The woman trembled, stunned, her body tense, a dangerous aura emanating from her.
Qin Chuan felt a chill run down his spine. Wasn't this woman asking him to make a move? But he quickly realized he might have misspoke…
The woman's meaning was likely verbal, while he had taken a small, tiny step in action.
But it was a real step; any other man would have died countless times over.
Yet the woman had restrained herself. In truth, even if Qin Chuan had taken a larger step, she wouldn't have hurt him.
But now she was flustered, at a loss, feeling completely disoriented and uneasy for the first time.
Her face was flushed.
Qin Chuan knew he might have misunderstood her. He had sensed the woman's sudden danger earlier; it was a woman's instinctive reaction.
"I'm sorry!" Qin Chuan said softly.
"Never say those three words to me again. And, I don't blame you. I… I really like it!" The woman's last few words were spoken very softly.