Little Sea Otter Became Popular

Chapter 81

Qiao Mei gently leaned his forehead against the back of the driver's seat. The smooth leather gave him a cool touch, which made Qiao Mei feel that his slightly hot face had cooled down a few degrees, and the chaotic thoughts in his head gradually calmed down. After a

long time, Chengsu felt Qiao Mei, who was leaning against him, take a breath and seemed to have something to say.

"Chengsu."

As if he had finally made up his mind, Qiao Mei called Chengsu's name in a low voice. Chengsu, who was sitting in the driver's seat, tensed up slightly, gripped the steering wheel unconsciously, and his face turned cold.

"Hmm."

Chengsu looked a little irritated. He frowned and looked in the rearview mirror, but the driver's seat covered Qiao Mei tightly, so he couldn't see the expression on the girl's face at the moment. He could only continue to sit in the seat uncomfortably, waiting for Qiao Mei to speak.

The carriage suddenly became quiet, and only the slightly hurried breathing of the two could be heard. In this silence that was filled with a hint of restlessness, Chengsu suddenly said, "Actually, you must answer me so quickly." After

thinking about it, Chengsu felt that the only topic that could make Qiao Mei so hesitant to talk about it was Qiao Mei's response to him. Thinking of

this, he felt a little inexplicably irritated in his heart. He couldn't help but lick his upper jaw with his tongue. The slight itching made his jaw line unconsciously tense, and the momentum around him instantly became sharp.

He was nervous.

"Okay!"

Almost at the same time, Qiao Mei's voice rang in the air. She looked up at Chengsu, her tone was rare and tough, and she expressed her refusal with a firm attitude.

Qiao Mei's voice sounded a little anxious, and her eyes, which were always full of innocence, were stained with a trace of anxiety, and a faint blush appeared on her snow-white skin.

Chengsu held his breath subconsciously.

Outside the window, the shadows of the trees swayed, and the bright light poured through the gaps in the leaves onto the car under the shade of the trees. The breeze blew, and the mottled light and shadow reflected on the car window swayed, like a quiet and beautiful dream.

Because Chengsu was sitting in the driver's seat, Qiao Mei saw the man's expression. Her eyes slowly fell on the vague outline of Chengsu reflected in the windshield, and a soft light flashed in her dark eyes.

"You like me, I know."

She knew.

She knew that Chengsu had done a lot, so she had to tell Chengsu her answer.

Qiao Mei's eyes were like a pool of sparkling spring water. Her lips trembled twice, and she said slowly: "I like you, Chengsu."

Straightforward, without the slightest hesitation, Qiao Mei said and repeated: "You like me, I know, I like you."

It was a very wonderful feeling.

In fact, even now, Qiao Mei has been unable to clearly explain what like is and what is love. This concept is too vague for her. If the other person is Chengsu, then all the ambiguity and going with the flow have become casual and unacceptable.

If it is him, if it is Chengsu, then even if it is just a vague concept, it has an image in Qiao Mei's mind.

Her like is Chengsu.

Qiao Mei's words are like sparks scattered in the air, gently falling into Chengsu's ears, making him feel a little burning.

A pain like being burned by fire spread along his body, but this pain made people feel painful. It is a secret and unspeakable feeling. It is comfortable to say, but it is memorable, like the bones growing in the body of a teenager in adolescence, sore and numb.