She walked over to the counter and began speaking with the staff member.
Tang Wulin stared at her blankly, his thoughts in complete disarray.
If what Beibei had just said was true, then he undoubtedly liked Huo Yutong—the kind of liking one had for someone of the opposite sex.
And once he began considering why he liked her with that answer as a premise, he suddenly realized that he seemed to have no reason not to fall for her at all.
She was adorable, sensible, hardworking, and had an excellent temper that rarely got angry. Her cooking was delicious, and she was thrifty and capable at home. Every single one of those traits made her impossibly lovable.
More than that, she considered him wholeheartedly. She could be said to be one of the few people in this world who treated him well without any thought of personal gain. Thinking about it that way, it was perfectly natural that he would develop feelings for her.
No wonder Zhou Sichen was always teasingly calling Huo Yutong his sister-in-law and treating the two of them as a couple. Perhaps, in the eyes of outsiders, they had long been no different from a pair of lovers.
At that thought, Tang Wulin's emotions became incredibly complicated.
After Huo Yutong finished what she was doing, she looked up and saw Tang Wulin's complicated expression. Startled, she quickly grabbed his hand and asked:
"What's wrong, Wulin? Did something happen?"
"...No."
Tang Wulin slowly shook his head and casually gave Huo Yutong's little hand a squeeze.
When they had held hands before, he had only felt that her hand was soft.
But now that his state of mind had changed, holding her small hand again gave him far more to think about.
Aside from its boneless softness, Huo