"The moment you first saw me?" Qingran's eyebrows were tightly knitted as she said indifferently, "Then your affection is really superficial."
"No, no, no—" Liang Fan hurriedly shook his head, "It's not because you are good-looking that I like you, it's because..." He stopped midsentence, his voice trailing off.
Yes, upon first meeting, if it's not love at first sight based on appearances, what else could it be?
Liang Fan quickly found a reason for himself, putting on a face of deep affection: "Qingran, do you believe in feelings?"
Qingran: "..."
I believe in your mom!
Liang Fan was still sentimentally uttering some phrases he believed in, like fate and such.
However, Qingran's sharp eyes caught a glimpse of movement in the ivy about ten meters away from them.
Not just one person, they were crouching and hiding to get closer, apparently peering through the gaps below, watching their every move.
Would this also draw the attention of onlookers?
