Mo Shu revealed a seductive smile, her lips drawn even closer, "Then you, do you love me?"
Her voice was low, and before Yu Siqiao's eyes were her clear, clean eyes, brimming with expectation and hope, like a bright beam of light.
Yu Siqiao looked at her for a moment, then suddenly, lifted his lips and whispered, "Are you dreaming?"
The expectation on Mo Shu's face stalled.
Yu Siqiao pushed her away, word by word, he said, "Love you? That's never going to happen in this lifetime."
In the depths of her heart, Mo Shu could not suppress the joy that surged up and quickly said, "Then this engagement..."
Yu Siqiao looked at the fleeting joy on Mo Shu's face, his expression growing even grimmer, "It's just that..."
Mo Shu's expression stiffened, and she inwardly groaned in misery.
She seemed to have lost her composure too much.
Regaining control over her expression, Mo Shu cautiously asked, "It's just what?"
