Thinking of Zhou Jialu's breathtakingly beautiful face and her curvaceous, devilish figure, Ke Yujia lowered her head and looked at her own unremarkable chest and petite frame. A deep sense of inferiority instantly welled up inside her.
Yeah.
Su Bai was so outstanding—rich and handsome. What kind of stunning beauty had he not seen before?
How could he truly like someone like her, a nobody who could do nothing but dance and was not even sexy enough?
Perhaps everything today was just her own wishful thinking.
His kindness toward her was merely the casual tenderness of a tycoon, as effortless as buying an entire dance troupe on a whim.
"Splash..."
The sound of running water continued.
Ke Yujia crouched down, hugged her knees, and buried her face in the crook of her arms.
Warm water mixed with one or two salty tears and slid down her cheeks.
This feeling was unbearable.
It hurt ten thousand times worse than having her toys snatched away as a child.
She clearly wanted to get close to him, and had already handed over her whole heart, yet she did not even know what he truly thought. Was this suspended, neither-up-nor-down feeling what having a crush was like?
She fretted over gains and losses, treading on thin ice.
"Ke Yujia, you're so useless..."
She silently scolded herself.
But what else could she do?
She really liked him. From the moment he stood in front of her at the service area, from the moment he recognized her and picked her up, she had known that she would probably never be able to take her eyes off this man again for the rest of her life.
Even if he only saw her as a younger sister.
Even if he only thought she had "a special charm."
She