Qin Heng's breathing was a little heavy. "Then do you like me?"
Chi Ning felt his heart rate shoot from the sixties to 112.
Yesterday's song Li Qiuhe had sung in the private room suddenly started playing in his head.
Little Glasses howled: "Speed—seventy miles, my mood—is—free and easy~"
Seventy miles was 112.6 kilometers per hour.
His thoughts flew everywhere.
He was stunned.
Qin Heng already knew the answer. Chi Ning's reaction was the answer.
But he wanted to hear Chi Ning say it himself. This little blockhead would definitely avoid it again next time if he did not admit it today. That would not do.
Chi Ning parted his lips slightly and clenched the edge of his suit pants.
Qin Heng took in every bit of his reaction and knew it was time to play pitiful.
He knew pretending to be pitiful would immediately get him the answer he wanted, but he did not want to resort to tricks at such an important moment.
He lifted the flap of the camp tent Chi Ning had set up, pushed the stunned Chi Ning inside, pressed him onto a camping chair, and leaned down with one hand braced against the armrest.
A thought popped into Chi Ning's mind by reflex: What was he doing?
Was he going to kiss him?
Chi Ning instinctively closed his eyes. A few seconds later, he felt that seemed too much like an invitation, so he forced his eyes open.
Qin Heng smiled leisurely. "It's too open outside. It's cramped in here, so it's harder to get embarrassed."
Chi Ning pressed his lips together. So he was not going to kiss him.
How had things turned out like this?
Hadn't they come camping?
Why had they suddenly... suddenly started confessing?
Chi Ning remembered Qin Heng's rolling