Nian Shutong lowered her head, and a few playful strands of hair followed, falling down. She casually tucked the hair behind her ear, looking into the eyes of Fu Yunhe below, who looked up with a mix of longing and fear.
"Fu Yunhe, I'll only say this once."
"I don't dislike you, but I also don't like you in a romantic way, so I won't accept you."
"If you think that's inappropriate, you can....."
"Not disliking is enough."
Fu Yunhe smiled, interrupting what Nian Shutong was about to say further.
"Are you hungry? I've brought you some food."
Fu Yunhe began setting the plates, his mood somewhat relaxed.
He had never expected Nian Shutong to suddenly fall in love, even like him immediately. That wouldn't be Nian Shutong.
As long as she didn't dislike him or his affection, that was enough.
Nian Shutong, whose speech was cut off, didn't continue either. She liked to act on her own feelings.
Not agreeing now meant she wasn't at that stage of affection. Who knows about the future?
