Just talk about 'like'.

If she feels about me, it can't even be called 'liking'.

Then, his identity and everything about him seemed less important.

Then there is no need to continue.

Chen Yan met his deep and emotional eyes, and saw her own reflection in his eyes. She was used to avoiding emotions, but the deepest part of her heart told her that if she missed this time, perhaps the ending would have changed.

She is not afraid of powerful enemies, but she is afraid of emotional torture.

She pondered for a moment.

She looked up and met his gaze, without any passionate enthusiasm, just positive and straightforward.

"Feng Xingyao, I like you."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly reached out and hugged her.

Chen Yan was suddenly hugged tightly and was a little stunned. When she came to her senses, she was already pressed tightly against Feng Xingyao's body, and her heartbeat couldn't help but speed up.

His deep and magnetic voice came into my ears.

"Ayan, I like you too."

Hearing this, the corners of her lips curled up slightly, and she unconsciously reached out and hugged Feng Xingyao's waist awkwardly.

"Um."

She responded.

At this moment, Feng Xingyao was smiling charmingly from a perspective that she couldn't see. His eyes were deep and bright, as dazzling as stars, and the corners of his eyes were slightly raised.

After a while.

Chen Yan: "Let go."

Feng Xingyao was reluctant to let go, his chin resting on the crook of Shen Yan's neck, "Hold me for a while longer."

Chen Yan: "…business is more important."

"Am I okay?" he could finally ask openly.

Chen Yan choked.