"Like?" Lily was taken aback by Xia Lin's words. She quickly moved away from Xia Lin's legs, sat up at the head of the bed, and widened her eyes. "What are you joking about? This is just maintaining the attitude of a subordinate towards the boss. How could it be liking? Are you feeling unwell? How could I possibly like Di Mo? What about me is like liking him?"
Xia Lin saw Lily's reaction wasn't too intense and stared at her closely. "That's not called liking. Then tell me, what is liking?"
Lily was suddenly at a loss. What is liking? She had never thought about it before. Was she trying to deceive Xia Lin, or perhaps herself?
"You haven't thought about it, have you? Or do you want to deceive me, or even deceive yourself?" Xia Lin's voice lowered.
Lily looked up at Xia Lin, frowning. "I have a boss-subordinate relationship with the boss. How could it be about liking or not liking? Where do you see that I like Di Mo?"
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