That evening.
After dinner.
A Xiang was drunk.
She clung to Ding Ling's arm and refused to let go, babbling drunken nonsense:
"Ding Ling, I really like you. Will you be my boyfriend?"
Her drunken eyes were hazy as she mumbled:
"You know, facing you, I really need to summon tremendous courage before I dare to pursue you. Because you're truly too outstanding. You shine all over, making people like you while also feeling timid and inferior.
The more time I spend with you, the stronger this feeling becomes.
I've discovered that I like you more and more. Do you like me?
Shh!"
She extended a slender jade finger and placed it against Ding Ling's lips. Her face flushed as she said softly:
"Don't reject me. Please say yes, okay? I've never begged anyone in my life. Just pretend I'm begging you, all right?"
Ding Ling looked at her with a smile.
"It's not impossible for you to be my girlfriend."
Ding Ling's words were like a bolt of lightning, striking A Xiang's heart in an instant.
Her whole body trembled, and she cried out instinctively:
"Really?!"
Seven parts of the drunkenness vanished from her eyes. Her gaze became clear and bright, with Ding Ling's figure reflected in it.
She stared at Ding Ling without blinking, waiting for his verdict.
Ding Ling lowered his head and smiled into her eyes before replying softly:
"Really."
Two very ordinary words.
Yet they were like thunder exploding from nowhere.
They crashed into A Xiang's mind and heart. She was overjoyed, and this time she truly became drunk, her cheeks and body burning hot. Without realizing it, she fell into Ding Ling's arms, burrowed her head against his chest, and smiled foolishly.
"Ding Ling, your arms are so comfortable. I want to sleep in