Shen Yuan's gentle words flowed like a gentle spring, unknowingly seeping into Zhou Peiwei's heart, and her body softened considerably.
He never directly mentioned liking her, but every sentence expressed it.
Zhou Peiwei rested her cheek gently against Shen Yuan's shoulder and stammered, "Shen Yuan, have you deceived many girls?"
"No, I've only ever said these words to you."
Shen Yuan said effortlessly, indeed he had only told her, and with a few changes in words, he could use them again.
"What should I do, even though you're a jerk, I think I kind of like you."
At that moment, Zhou Peiwei thought Shen Yuan was too romantic, the shame of him suddenly kissing her and the anger of him touching her had dissipated.
She closed her eyes, savoring Shen Yuan's breath.
Hmm, it smelled pretty good.
If he wasn't a jerk, he would be the perfect boyfriend.
Shen Yuan didn't respond; his lips advanced again, and this time Zhou Peiwei didn't dodge but met him halfway.