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Lu Zhaolin dropped the basin in his hand. This wasn't just embarrassing; it was downright shocking.

He was still hesitating about how to express his feelings.

As a result, Song Qinghe just bluntly said it out loud.

Song Qinghe narrowed her eyes and carefully examined him, suddenly becoming certain that Lu Zhaolin liked her.

He has good taste.

She likes herself very much too.

Song Qinghe was quite satisfied with herself. She wouldn't say she was perfect, but she was beautiful inside and out.

Well, it's perfectly normal for him to be interested in me.

Song Qinghe felt a little excited, well, mainly because she thought Lu Zhaolin was a pretty good person.

Not only is he polite, but he is also thoughtful and comprehensive in his considerations.

At least his character is fine.

More importantly, he's good-looking.

Song Qinghe had to admit that she was a lecherous person, attracted by looks and figures.

Lu Zhaolin is someone with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, eight-pack abs, and super long eyelashes.

It's hard for any woman not to like it.

It would be abnormal if I didn't like him.

Lu Zhaolin felt a little flustered under her scrutiny, and for a moment, he didn't know what Song Qinghe meant.

If I admit my feelings for her, what will her attitude be?

If you don't admit it...

"Yes, Comrade Song Qinghe, I like you. Would you be willing to date me with marriage in mind?"

"You...you let me think about it."

Song Qinghe thought she had been very direct, but she didn't expect Lu Zhaolin to say something like that.

After he saw through my thoughts, shouldn't I have denied it immediately?

Even if they don't deny it, they should at least come up with some excuse to get away with it.

Lu Zhaolin had thought it over. He couldn't deny his feelings, nor did he want to.

If he says no now, but then tells her he likes her later, it will leave an even worse impression on her.

What does that make you? A habitual liar?

Lu Zhaolin felt it was inappropriate to say it aloud, so at least she would understand his feelings.

If Song Qinghe is going to reject him, then he can just try harder.

Anyway, Lu Zhaolin never considered any other possibilities. Once he set his mind on someone, it was for life.

It would be better if Song Qinghe agreed with her pursuit; if not, then so be it.

At worst, I can try harder.

After Song Qinghe finished saying she needed to think about it, Lu Zhaolin turned his back on her, showing no intention of paying any attention to him.

He started to panic. Regardless of whether it was a refusal or not, he should at least show some attitude.

Song Qinghe remained silent, her heart pounding with anxiety.

Lu Zhaolin thought it over and over, but didn't dare to urge her. He decided to wait and see; she deserved an explanation.

How about we cook first?

Lu Zhaolin picked up the basin from the ground and pretended to be calm: "Then think about it first, and let me know when you're done. Now go wash your face."

When he confessed his feelings for the first time, he didn't know if his attitude was right or wrong.

You could say it's wrong, but it also seems to make sense.

If the girl doesn't agree, he can't just keep pestering her.

But if you say it's right, it doesn't seem to make sense anywhere.

Lu Zhaolin had mixed feelings. After picking up the basin, he started walking with his hands and feet moving in unison.

That pose was just hilarious no matter how you looked at it.

Song Qinghe didn't rush to speak, mainly because she herself didn't have much experience.

In modern times, he has always been single.