Looking at Lu Xingzhi’s serious expression, Huo Jincheng became nervous instead.
He didn’t know what she was going to say.
He was very afraid it was something he didn’t want to hear.
"What do you want to say?"
"I really like you." Lu Xingzhi’s charming eyes were full of emotion. She had never said this to anyone before, looking at Huo Jincheng with seriousness and determination.
"Got it." Huo Jincheng didn’t think much about it. He thought Lu Xingzhi’s ’like’ was just the ordinary kind of liking between people.
He was just afraid Lu Xingzhi would add a ’but’ afterward.
Lu Xingzhi frowned in frustration, wondering why Huo Jincheng’s reaction was so plain, without any sign of joy.
Didn’t he say he liked her very much?
Didn’t he say he’d wait until she liked him?
Feeling a slight ache in her heart, her tone carried a hint of grievance, "Oh!"
Picking up her teacup, Lu Xingzhi took a sip of floral tea.
And then she said nothing more.
Her eyes lowered, her mood was low and dejected.
"Zhi Zhi, what’s wrong? Is there something you’re not telling me?" Huo Jincheng, with his high emotional intelligence, could sense Lu Xingzhi’s unhappiness, but he couldn’t figure out why.
He was still wondering if during his time in the United States, Lu Xingzhi had encountered something.
"No, let’s go home!" Lu Xingzhi picked up her bag, never expecting her first confession to turn out .
She couldn’t quite accept this result.
Huo Jincheng: This is really unhappy.
Actually, it wasn’t Huo Jincheng’s fault; Lu Xingzhi’s confession was indeed easy to misunderstand.
Lu Xingzhi insisted on paying the bill and then silently got into the car.
Several times Huo Jincheng tried to talk to Lu Xingzhi, but her responses were just a word or two.
Clearly showing a reluctance to deal with him.
Huo Jincheng couldn’t stand it. The only certainty he had was that it was definitely something he said wrong.
It wasn’t until the car returned to the villa, and they got out and entered the door that...
Huo Jincheng pulled Lu Xingzhi, making her look up at him, "Zhi Zhi, what’s going on? Can you please tell me? You being unhappy makes me feel bad too."
"I’m not unhappy; I’m just not very happy either." She just couldn’t understand why Huo Jincheng was so indifferent about her confession, not the least bit happy.
Saying that, Lu Xingzhi headed upstairs.
Huo Jincheng followed after her and finally, as they climbed the stairs, a flash of inspiration struck him, and he looked at Lu Xingzhi in disbelief.
Then he quickly caught up with her and pulled her back before she entered her room.
He was thrilled for a moment, but he was also afraid he’d misunderstood.
He was somewhat expectant, yet nervous, and more than that, excited, cautiously asking, "Zhi Zhi, when you told me today you liked me, were you confessing to me?"
After saying these words, Huo Jincheng almost used up all his strength, never having been this nervous before.
Yet it was also exhilarating.
A bit of knowing, yet afraid of knowing, more so afraid it wasn’t the answer he desired.
His grip on Lu Xingzhi’s wrist tightened a bit, his heart pounding fiercely, as if he were standing on the edge of a cliff, where falling could mean being smashed to pieces.
But there was also a chance for a miraculous encounter.
Lu Xingzhi looked at him, her affectionate eyes misty, and asked uncertainly, "So, you didn’t know I confessed to you today, right?"