Zhu Yiming originally didn’t intend to say anything to her, but upon hearing her say this so earnestly, he suddenly chuckled while hugging her waist.
Is she his type?!
Then, the first time meeting Jiang and Huai, wasn’t it the same feeling?
However, even after navigating the world of love for so many years, he still couldn’t quite figure out that woman, yet he couldn’t help but be led by her.
Ha~, when experts face off, one side is bound to admit defeat first.
Zhu Yiming is willing to surrender!
The room’s candle flickered with dim light, Qiao Anlu followed his dance steps, yet looked up at him with doubt. In her heart, Zhu Yiming wasn’t the sentimental type.
"Doctor Zhu, I really like you," she emphasized again.
"Why do you think you like me?" Zhu Yiming asked once more.
"I already told you, you’re my type. Plus, Zhao Anqi once said, liking someone means often thinking of him and fearing he might run off with another woman!"
"Then, what else?" Zhu Yiming halted, looking down at her.
What else?
"What else?" Like is just like, why make it so complex?
Qiao Anlu slightly lowered her head, inwardly sighing repeatedly. Just as she was about to lift her head, Zhu Yiming suddenly leaned down to kiss her, prompting Qiao Anlu to quickly avoid him. Zhu Yiming brushed lightly against her right cheek, and she directly pushed him away, stepping back two paces.
Her face was filled with shock, staring straight at Zhu Yiming, who spread his hands and said: "See, didn’t you say you like me? Besides me being your type, what else do you like?"
Qiao Anlu opened her mouth, somewhat unclear about his meaning, and indeed felt her reaction should not be like this; she surprisingly thought of Ning Zesheng’s gloomy face at that moment.
She must be seriously ill!
"See, if you truly liked me, wouldn’t you be happy if I kissed you, but you avoided me like the plague. Even with a tiny bit of affection, you shouldn’t be dodging."
"Then... how should it be?" She looked at Zhu Yiming raising her eyes.
"You’ve played so many roles, still unsure? Even if not thrilled, you wouldn’t dodge; even if startled, you wouldn’t be asking me all these now."
"I..."
"Qiao Anlu, you don’t like me!"
"Then who do I like?" Qiao Anlu subconsciously muttered to herself.
"Whoever you thought of just now, that’s who you like!"
Qiao Anlu swallowed instinctively. How could that be?!
"Zhu Yiming isn’t like this. Let’s continue dancing. Let’s try again..."
Before she finished her sentence, a burst of doorbell mixed with knocking sounds interrupted, with Zhu Yiming showing slight delight, then striding over to open the door, Qiao Anlu followed.
As the door opened, Zhu Yiming saw the person standing at the door, chuckled lightly, and swiftly pulled Qiao Anlu into his arms, "Why are you here? You interrupted our kiss!"
Ning Zesheng’s eyes turned cold, staring hard at the hand holding Qiao Anlu firmly, with Qiao Anlu waving frantically, attempting to break free from Zhu Yiming’s hold, "No, we weren’t kissing."
"Who said, just kissed your cheek. Now continuing..." As Zhu Yiming leaned in again, Ning Zesheng stepped forward too.
Meanwhile, Qiao Anlu swiftly broke free from Zhu Yiming’s arms, hitting the wall beside her due to inertia. "Doctor Zhu, there’s some misunderstanding between us. No, it’s I who misunderstood. I’m leaving now!"
She glanced at Ning Zesheng, and buried her head as she ran out.