"Song Haojun …" "You like me!" Hearing his words, Han Tianning did not kick him down. Instead, he said something completely irrelevant.
Song Hao's body stiffened. He suddenly remembered what Tang Rui had said to him: liking someone isn't anything shameful. Admitting it openly and letting her know that it's what mature men do.
All this time, he didn't know why, but he was disgusted to admit that he liked it.
Whether it was a person or an item, he didn't want to admit that he cared or liked them.
It was as though once he said that he liked her, he would attract many weird gazes. After that, he would have to pay extra attention to her and it would seem as though he was inferior to her.
But in front of Han Tianning, he once said "I love you" and also said "I like". It was just that she never used a certain tone to reveal her own heart.
This feeling was not very wonderful, and was even a bit terrible.
It was like a bride who was covered by a veil and didn't want to be seen. Suddenly, the layer of cloth was torn off, allowing people to see her face.
He really did not like expressing the thoughts in his heart, and he also hated being seen through by others. He felt very insecure, as if he had been dissected …
It was a good thing that Han Tianning had told him this. Otherwise, he really wouldn't know how to respond.
"Yes." Still lying on her body, Song Haojun only let out one syllable.
Han Tianning hugged Li Feiyu's waist, buried his face in Li Feiyu's warm shoulder, and suddenly laughed.
"Don't laugh." Song Haojun said awkwardly.
Sure enough, admitting that you like it from the bottom of your heart is like being controlled by someone else.
It was as if his weak point had been grabbed by someone, revealing his true intentions. He could no longer rely on what he relied on to bully her …
Han Tianning giggled. She really loved this man. Even if he had hurt her, she would forgive him if he said in the end, "I like you …"