Di Mingchen still didn't answer, just kept looking at her, looking at her beautiful eyes, eyes filled with indescribable charm.
In fact, he really liked her being proactive like this, making his heart race from slow to fast, uncontrollable.
Seeing he still didn't answer, Nangong Ran raised her finely-curved eyebrows, looked at him with wide eyes, and then smiled, "How about it? Did I scare you? Surprise, or not? You're the first man I've kissed, so, Di Mingchen, you're my man now. Do you agree?"
Her questions came one after another, each one. But the ultimate intention was clear—she wanted to confirm a relationship with him.
Di Mingchen's lips finally curled up, filled with bitterness, as he reached out his large hand to touch her head, speaking with some difficulty, "Xiaoran, it's not what you think."
"Oh?" Nangong Ran pouted, confused and asked, "Then what is it like? You won't tell me you really see me as a best friend, right? Is this just a best friend kiss?"
