“Good night, I’m turning off the lights,” Feng Shaohao averted his gaze.
“I’m not tired yet. Where should I put these snacks?” Reluctant to leave and miss a chance to chat, Lin Qianchu put down her pillow and helped clean up.
He took the snacks from her hand and stepped out, “Don’t forget your hotel work. Get some rest.”
“Okay, I know,” she hurriedly grabbed her pillow and followed, “Shaohao, I haven’t been back to Taiwan for a long time. Can you be my tour guide?”
“I’m busy.” His pursuit plan was more complicated than expected, with many future plans to arrange.
She stubbornly grabbed his clothes, “I really like you, like you to the point of no return. What exactly are your feelings towards me?”
The bomb-like question stunned him, “The clothes will…”
“I’ll iron them if they wrinkle. Answer my question.” He had given her hope with the paper crane, so why was his attitude so ambiguous?
“Give me some time.”
Relieved it wasn’t a direct rejection, Lin Qianchu sighed, “At least tell me what you wrote on the paper crane.”
Feng Shaohao inwardly groaned. The book “How to Learn to Talk About Love” hadn’t been mailed home yet. Besides being nervous, he didn’t know how to phrase things, and this moment didn’t meet the conditions for a perfect confession.
They stood frozen in the hallway. Finally, she boldly kissed his lips, then kicked him and ran back to her room.
Kiss him and kick him? Such a hard-to-understand behavior, he thought to himself that the book “Understanding Women’s Hearts” must be carefully studied.
Oh right, it was she who took the initiative to kiss him, so this doesn’t count as disrupting his pursuit plan, right!
He gently caressed his lips with his fingertips, the corners of his mouth slightly raised. To embrace his beauty earlier, he must try harder. Hmm… what should he name this pursuit plan? He had been thinking about it for three days and still hadn’t come up with a name, so how could he draft the plan?
Youyou’s “The CEO’s Daughter is Not to be Trifled With”
Chapter 9
The housekeeper of Hanyun Manor handed over a file folder, inside which were processed, pasted, and flattened paper scraps – all discarded plan sheets by Feng Shaohao.
