Both of them had flushed faces, and neither spoke.
In the meantime, each couldn't resist stealing a glance at the other, but upon locking eyes, quickly looked away.
Just like that, with flushed faces and silent glances, they remained mute for quite some time, until a stomach's protest broke the silence.
Rubbing her growling belly, Han Yingying looked up pathetically, "Mosheng, I'm hungry."
"I, I'll go make you noodles again." Mosheng abruptly stood up, only to realize Han Yingying was still clinging to him like a koala, causing the heat on his face, which had just subsided, to flare up again. He reminded her with some embarrassment,
"Yingying, you need to get down first."
"First answer my question."
"What question?"
"Do you like me or not?" Han Yingying clung tightly to him, as if fearing he would run away.
"Li-like…" Mosheng's face turned redder, stumbling over the simple admission of liking her.
