"He Fei," Ling Hao quietly rubbed the palms of his hands, looking calm on the outside but panicking inside, "I... Like you." After saying that, he immediately lowered his head, not daring to look at He Fei.
He Fei blushed and turned away, "I know, I, I, I like you too..." The sound of your words became softer, like the sound of a mosquito flying over.
Intention: Try to look forward