Lu Zhixing wanted to tease her a little more:

Are you really ready for my confession?

Cough cough.

Tang Li coughed violently twice:

"Fourth Brother, stop teasing me. Although we haven't known each other for several years, ten years, or even twenty years, I feel like we're already quite close. This feeling of me treating you like a brother but you want to... cough cough, it's really strange, and I'm not used to it."

In fact, Lu Zhixing understood everything.

Her awkwardness and unease, even her feeling of being unable to face him, were enough to prove that, at least at this moment, he was not in her consideration.

Deep down, she still loved Huo Chenyu.

She simply didn't want to hurt herself, so she chose to run away.

Lu Zhixing opened the porridge, which was getting cold, and handed it to her:

"Eat something to fill your stomach."

Tang Li obediently took it, scooped up a large spoonful, and put it in her mouth:

"Okay, okay, I'll eat, you hurry up and tell me, then go back to sleep."

Lu Zhixing waited until she had eaten a few more bites, then crossed his hands to support his chin, pondered for a moment, and finally spoke:

"I've actually known you for a long time."

This kind of opening was expected.

Tang Li nodded:

"I'm listening, please continue."

Lu Zhixing paused:

"Tangtang, I must confess to you that my approach to you was premeditated."

Tang Li nodded again:

"Yes, I know."

She lowered her head and drank her porridge, still feeling somewhat embarrassed. So that's what he wanted to say. How could she have thought of such an awkward and embarrassing thing as confessing her feelings?

Lu Zhixing was not surprised and continued:

"I bought that sweater you listed on Xianyu."

Tang Li choked.

He suddenly choked hard.

The porridge went in through his mouth and then sprayed out through his nostrils; the scene was both spectacular and tragic.