"Yin Tingxue, what do you mean by this?"
The girl saw it; Chen Yi's gaze deepened hauntingly. She suppressed her weak knees, took one or two steps forward, and leaned into his embrace.
Yin Tingxue entered his arms and was casually caressed by him. She carefully took a few breaths and said nothing.
"What do you mean, hmm? Can you not like me? Or just not forever?"
Chen Yi looked at the girl in his arms and asked grimly:
"Are you trying to stall for time with procrastination?"
"It's not like that..."
Yin Tingxue shook her head in his arms, her legs stiff and weak, not daring to speak the words she had long prepared in her heart.
"Then what do you mean?"
Chen Yi's voice wasn't gentle, and his fingertips wandered.
Looking at him, a strong sense of fear rose in Yin Tingxue's heart.
Yin Tingxue trembled lightly, held in Chen Yi's arms, not resisting, and dared not to struggle, she reached out and gently hugged him.
