""Xixi..."
His voice was gentle and tender, like a feather floating down from the sky, whispering into Meng Xi'er's ears.
Meng Xi'er turned to him: "Hmm?"
She felt that Lu Qingchuan's eyes were incredibly beautiful right now. They sparkled like stars fallen from the heavens above, threatening to pull her in completely.
"I..."
Lu Qingchuan stammered for the first time. He had rehearsed countless love confessions on stage, but now faced with the person he genuinely liked, he was too nervous to speak.
"I like..."
You.
The last word was interrupted by a knocking sound from outside the door.
"Knock, knock, knock."
Meng Xi'er turned towards the door, "Qingchuan, it seems like we have a visitor."
A look of frustration flashed across Lu Qingchuan's handsome face. He hadn't expected that his first love confession would be so inconveniently disrupted.
He stood up and headed for the door.