Realizing this, Ye Wenyu felt her face burning hot, as if on fire. At this moment, without looking in a mirror, she knew that her face must be as red as a bride's veil.

What did Lin Tingfeng mean? Did he know about her girlish feelings and therefore feel happy and smug?

Ye Wenyu bit her lip tightly, her heart filled with regret and remorse. Why couldn't she control her emotions? Her hands, hanging at her sides, clenched into fists. She had always thought that her unrequited love for him was the darkest secret in her heart, unknown to anyone. But now it seemed that wasn't the case. Was it because she was weak from her illness that her reason couldn't control her feelings, and she had already poured out her heart?

She is so naive and immature. When will she be able to control her emotions with reason like he is?

She felt a deep admiration and adoration for him.

Seeing Ye Wenyu's face flushed and silent, looking as if she was about to cry, Lin Tingfeng couldn't help but want to burst into laughter. However, fearing that it would embarrass her too much, he had to control himself. After the excitement subsided, he slowly said, "Or perhaps, you have already told me?" His eyes held a mischievous and playful smile, which was quite different from his usual composure.

He was reminding her! Ye Wenyu suddenly raised her head. At this moment, her neck and shoulders were burning hot. She met his smiling eyes. Humiliation and indignation almost brought her to tears again. Her small face was hot and painful, and her lips trembled uncontrollably as if they were filled with scalding hot oil.

She turned her face away, gritted her teeth, and said, "Did I say something I shouldn't have said while I was sick? Something I never intended to say?"