“No, it doesn’t, but I’ve never really had a relationship with mutual romantic love, so I don’t know how to compare or help you figure it out.” She blushed, knowing her words sounded immature and pathetic and YuZhi glanced up at her. He pondered her for a minute, saying nothing as he thought about the fact her confession somehow made him feel better. He couldn’t pinpoint why and poured them some black coffee and pushed it out of his head.
“Here.” He slid one to her and took his own to the couch. TangShi lingered to add cream and sugar before following him, dying to get out of this dress but feeling like he needed her company more than she needed to be comfortable. Rustling after him in her puff of fabric.
“I’m sorry she ruined our night.” YuZhi sat down and laid his cup on the center tab
