Thump, thump-thump! Thump-thump-thump! Xiao Yao’s heart declares malfunction again.
On the way back that day, Zhima’s lecture to the members intensified Xiao Yao’s dizzy feeling—
”I’m telling you, Xiaofen, Tingting, your eyes aren’t just for flirting. Even when flirting, you must be clear about the target. Didn’t you see how Gao Liying looked at Yao? It was so…”
”Ambiguous!” Someone blurts out.
”Yes, ambiguous… No, this should be called affectionate! Don’t you understand? It’s about feeling, that’s what ambiguity is about.” After her lesson, Zhima concludes: “Anyway, they’re childhood sweethearts, and now they’ve reunited, which means they’re destined. So Gao Liying belongs to Yao, and none of you can steal him.”
He is hers? Xiao Yao is startled.
Yet Zhima’s words naturally guide her to reminisce again—recalling the heart-pounding feeling induced by their several eye contacts.
Suddenly, Tingting speaks up: “Who doesn’t want a quality man? We’re not saying we’ll definitely steal him. Yao hasn’t even spoken, why are you so anxious? Maybe Yao doesn’t even like him.”
”Bullshit!” Zhima spits: “You’re truly blind! Do we need her to say it herself? Would anyone believe her if she said she doesn’t like him? Ask everyone, when has Yao ever blushed?”
”Never!” Everyone responds in unison.
Zhima, victorious, continues proudly: “When a woman’s heart starts racing for a man, there are only two words to explain it—falling in love!
Tingting, unconvinced, turned to Xiao Yao, “Really? Are you truly moved by him?”
“I…” Oh no, she was not just moved, but completely stirred up! What was happening? Her heart was completely out of control today! Exhaling a long breath, Xiao Yao leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes, answering: “I’m a bit carsick.”
Please decline any interviews, okay? Because even she herself didn’t know the answer.
This day, after returning home and having dinner, Xiao Yao went to her room early.
She suddenly craved more alone time, at least she needed to find out the answer for herself – was this really the feeling of being moved?
She didn’t know.
Xiao Yao only knew that her mind was filled with his image, his gaze, his every word.
