☆, Chapter Forty-One
“Actually, I’ve recently fallen for a girl… So, I wanted to hear your advice, okay?” Yue Zijun spoke slowly, his gaze light and unfocused, not emphasizing anything, seemingly looking nowhere. And Ye Ling, upon hearing this, unconsciously bit her lower lip and lowered her head… She didn’t know what this suffocating feeling was, as if something was about to shatter… But this feeling came so suddenly, leaving her at a loss.
If she could understand, that feeling would be like hearing someone she cares about paying attention to someone else, and she wouldn’t be so confused. However, Ye Ling, who had never known what “love” was and where this flutter came from, could not possibly understand directly.
“Ye Ling?”
Yue Zijun was quite happy seeing her with her head down.
She probably cares about me… this is better than expected! Hmm… much more confident than when she first said this sentence! She should, will probably agree to my confession…
“Sorry, Yue Zijun, please continue…”
Ye Ling forced a smile, not knowing that this expression was closer to crying.
Seeing Ye Ling’s expression for the first time, Yue Zijun felt uncomfortable, but he had to “strike while the iron is hot”. This opportunity should be grasped well to walk towards the future he wanted with Ye Ling.
“So… I’ll start now?”
Yue Zijun steeled himself and smiled gently.
“Yes, please…”
Ye Ling felt her chest becoming more and more stuffy, unconsciously gripping her collar, with a feeling that her collar was too tight, almost suffocating her.
“The girl I like is somewhat reserved… so, I don’t know if she will accept my confession.”
While speaking, Yue Zijun slowly stood up, walking step by step to Ye Ling, placing his hands on the armrests of her chair, drawing closer to her.
“…Eek…”
Ye Ling was startled by Yue Zijun’s actions, letting out a small “eek”, completely frozen.
“Ye Ling, can you help me simulate a confession scene?”
Yue Zijun said softly. They were so close that they could almost hear each other’s breathing.
“…Mm.”
Ye Ling had a blank expression, mechanically nodding.
“I… like you.”
Yue Zijun’s gaze locked onto Ye Ling’s eyes, so gentle it seemed about to drip water. His light tone was like a feather brushing across her heart.
“…”
