When she saw his self-harming behavior, she felt only sadness and heartache.

"Mmm." She nodded, making a very soft sound.

This single sound filled Fu Jue with immense joy.

"Qingqing, you like me, don't you? Besides me, which other man have you ever accepted? If you don't like me at all, then why have you always accepted my overly intimate behavior towards you?"

"Admit it, Qingqing, you like me, even if it's just a little bit. I'll be happy, and I'll patiently wait for the day you fall in love with me. Okay?"

He pressed down on her shoulders, scaring her into backing away until he cornered her against the wall. He then placed his hands on the wall and gave her a romantic "wall slam."

With his height of 1.91 meters, she, who is only 1.7 meters tall, has to look up to see his face.

She couldn't escape his hold; his robust physique was something her petite frame couldn't overcome.

"I don't know, I really don't know. Fu Jue, please don't force me, okay?" She herself didn't understand the question, and he was still pressing her for an answer. That was really too much.

"You know, Qingqing, please tell me, if you didn't care about me just now, why did you stop me from hurting myself? You even cried."

Fu Jue firmly believed that she liked him a little bit. He had seen and remembered all her actions. Don't think that he was just torturing himself; he was just putting on an act.

He was gambling that she wouldn't stop him or feel sorry for him.

Sure enough, he made the right bet.

She has feelings for him, and she likes him, it's just a matter of degree.

She's only eighteen, young, and a late bloomer when it comes to love.

It's like he was already twenty-five years old when he met her and finally understood; otherwise, he probably wouldn't even know what love is now.

They can't even taste the flavor of love.