Shuimu Ye propped her chin with one hand, occasionally frowning, and then shaking her head. "How could it be? Didn't 'he' say last time that he liked that Cui Xiang? How could he like Lu Mo? And Lu Mo is a man."
"Knock, knock, knock!" Light knocking came from the door.
"Come in!" Shuimu Ye said lifelessly.
Shuimu Yan pushed the door open and entered the room, noticing Shuimu Ye holding her chin with a gloomy expression. He shook his head with a smile. "Looks like your situation is similar to mine."
Seeing Shuimu Yan, Shuimu Ye stood up. "Brother, did Lu Mo admit that he likes Luo Yu too?"
Shuimu Yan nodded, "He admitted it, and he's unwavering about it. It seems our attempts to persuade him are useless."
Walking to the table and sitting down, Shuimu Yan lightly tapped the tabletop, motioning Shuimu Ye to sit down. Once she did, he asked, "Do you like Luo Yu?" He had seen through her feelings long ago. Now that the topic was in the open, he decided to address it directly.
