In the bar, the gorgeous and colorful lights lit up Feng Shengyang's handsome face. The usually devilish playful look was gone, replaced by a solemn gaze.
After saying those words, he felt a mysterious warmth in his heart.
This was something he had never experienced.
I like you…
He had said many sweet nothings before, but had never said those words seriously.
To him, the words "I like you" sounded childish.
After saying them, Feng Shengyang did not realize that he was holding his breath.
On the other side of the phone, Mu Xiaoxiao only paused for two seconds, but it felt like an eternity to him.
"You're so lame," Mu Xiaoxiao taunted. Her tone did not have much emotion in it, evidently taking his words as a joke.
"I like you."
Feng Shengyang did not know what had overcome him, but he said it again.
"You're really lame," Mu Xiaoxiao said.
"I like you."
His voice deepened.