Can't you stop it? Even if you take it back and don't give it to me.

I just watched her lose it.

Qin Hezhou could no longer remain calm. It was like the moon's gravity went out of control and the sea's tides went out of control, with huge waves rising and drowning everything.

Thinking of the discarded Gesang flower is like putting your heart into a jar of aged vinegar and soaking it repeatedly. When you take it out many years later, you will see that it is wrinkled and rotten, and sour juice will come out when you pinch it.

What can he say?

There's no point in taking back a hated gift.

It would be better to let her completely give up the idea of ​​having sex with me, so that she can live a relaxed and happy life from now on.

But he never expected that the more he deliberately suppressed his emotions, the more likely he would be bitten back.

Just like now...

Pei Zhiyu asked him: "If I give that idiot another chance, do you think he can confess to me again?"

There was no sound in the foggy space.

Too anxious.

I shouldn't have suddenly changed the topic. Qin Hezhou probably didn't feel like answering at the moment. She looked listless, and the light in her eyes had disappeared.

"You continue, I'm going to sleep and listen to your Goldberg Variations."

"I like you!" Qin Hezhou shouted in a hurry. He was so focused on keeping the person that he lost control and shouted until his voice broke.

"W-what did you say?!"

After all, there was a glass door between them, so she didn't hear it clearly at all. She was just startled and frowned and looked back.

It was quiet for about half a minute, and the idiot inside had calmed down.

He took a long breath and spoke again, repeating the words he had just said word by word: "I like you."

"..." Pei Zhiyu was speechless in surprise.

"So, are you ready to accept my confession?"