He let out a soft "mm," sounding almost shy.
"Why do you like me?" I thought back to what the bullet-screen comments had said about him secretly pining for me. I racked my brain, but I couldn't find a single memory of us ever crossing paths before.
"When did you start liking me? I didn't even know you before that."
Winston mumbled and stammered for a long time before finally muttering, "I can't tell you now. You'll find out later."
That piqued my curiosity. I tried everything—coaxing, threatening, bribing—to get him to spill. I teased him until his cheeks burned bright red, and he couldn't string two words together.
"Fine, fine." I gave up. We had plenty of time anyway.
"Time to eat. Let me treat you to dinner, Winnie."
He'd burned a lot of energy over the past few hours. He needed
