Sangze stared at her, a dazed look in his eyes.
"Xixi, do you... not like me?"
Sangze mustered his courage, finally saying the words he had kept buried in his heart.
He had seen how Qiao Xixi interacted with her other partners, and even at night... those few times he woke up, he could feel his body react.
But during the day, Xixi never acted that way with him. Even simple, intimate gestures were rare.
When Xixi approached him today, he'd smelled Jin Ling's strong scent on her. For some reason, a bitter feeling had washed over him.
He longed to be close to her like the others, to hold her in his arms. But her gaze rarely fell on him, and he couldn't help but think, 'Does she not like me?'
Somehow, just now, he had found the courage to ask the question that weighed on his heart.
Qiao Xixi watched him, so nervous he looked like he might tear his clothes from clutching them so tightly. She sighed inwardly.
"Sangze, do you think I don't like you?"
