Dongfang Yu watched the young lady drift off into her own fantasy the whole time and did not disturb her. After all, who did not have the right to dream?
He was not doing it on purpose, and Ning Rongrong was not someone he cared about, so he felt no pressure at all.
"By the way, do you have a girlfriend?" A few minutes later, after imagining enough scenarios, Ning Rongrong finally stopped letting her thoughts run wild.
Dongfang Yu thought for a moment. "No."
Hearing that answer, Ning Rongrong's lips curled upward, her eyes crescent-shaped with delight.
She knew this guy would not disappoint her, and immediately imagined quite a few more things.
"Then... is there a girl you like?"
Dongfang Yu was already too exhausted to complain. "Yes." But she was not a girl. He could only add that last sentence in his heart.
A blush had already spread across Ning Rongrong's pretty face. She did not dare look Dongfang Yu in the eye, merely tugging at the corner of her clothes and fidgeting shyly.
Dongfang Yu: "..."
He did not like this type. Was confessing your feelings really that difficult?
As long as you dared confess, I would definitely reject you.
Seeing that she truly did not seem prepared to ask anything else, Dongfang Yu smiled helplessly.
A young girl was still a young girl. In his mind, mature women were better. Mature women knew what you wanted, what you needed, and were incredibly considerate.
But these young girls could blush just from holding hands, let alone anything more. Dongfang Yu had no time to experience any bullshit romantic love. Right now, he only wanted to build his career.
"Um, do you have anything else?" Dongfang Yu asked. He truly had no spare time; Qian Renxue would