"So you’re saying if I still like you when we grow up, then we’ll be together?" Yimo asked, slightly narrowing his eyes, his voice a bit chilly.
Nangong Xiao was a bit taken aback by the question, instinctively furrowing her brows. She wanted to tell him it’s impossible, that perhaps their different generations were a gap they couldn’t bridge, but she felt if she said those things, Yimo would surely have a lot to argue about.
Might as well humor him for now, anyway, Yimo is still young, and by the time he grows up, she’ll probably be getting married!
Yes, that’s it.
Thinking this, Nangong Xiao looked up at Yimo, nodded, and replied, "Yeah, that’s right."
"Really?" Yimo raised an eyebrow, actually finding it hard to believe, because Nangong Xiao was also a quirky girl. For her to suddenly say this, suddenly agree so quickly, there must be a trick to it!
Was it just an excuse?
A temporary excuse, right.
"Really, really!" Faced with Yimo’s retort, Nangong Xiao hurriedly nodded her head like a pecking chicken, afraid he wouldn’t believe her.
But despite her seemingly very sincere attitude, Yimo still looked doubtful.
"You don’t believe me?" Nangong Xiao shot her eyes sideways, starting to find fault.
Yimo hesitated for a moment, his handsome face maintaining calm, decisively denying, "No."
"No, my foot! Your expression betrays you!" Nangong Xiao seized the opportunity to dramatize, almost instantly taking on the role of a drama queen.
"Really not." Yimo’s still somewhat childish face flashed a trace of helplessness, but his eyes carried a hint of doting, his seriousness slightly immature.
This made Nangong Xiao’s eyebrows suddenly furrow, not knowing why the hint of doting in his eyes suddenly made her heart race, an indescribable feeling.
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