Chapter 557 - Chapter 557: Do You Like It? (1/2)

Chapter 557: Do You Like It?

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Song Jia looked at the city that had darkened not far away. The night in the capital was still as bright as day. However, the dazzling fireworks just now made the bright city even more dazzling. After the fireworks ended, the city that was filled with all kinds of lights seemed a little dim.

Song Jia had just stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and watched the small fireworks show. Lu Zhen lived next door to him. In fact, the distance between the two of them might only be more than ten meters. The two of them watched the same fireworks at the same time. In Song Jia’s heart, this was a romance that belonged only to him and Lu Zhen.

Soon, Lu Zhen received a message from Song Jia. “Do you like it?”

These words tickled Lu Zhen’s heart like a feather. Lu Zhen almost didn’t dare to imagine Song Jia standing in front of her and staring at her. Moreover, she felt that this sentence had many meanings, as if…

Lu Zhen bit her lip and felt that it was very likely that she had read too much into it. Song Jia only asked her if she liked this firework. He didn’t ask her if she liked him! Lu Zhen clicked on the screen and quickly sent her reply. “1 like it. ”

Naturally, she had no other answer. The fireworks were beautiful to begin with, and it was a birthday gift that Song Jia had specially prepared for her.

How could she not like it? After a pause, the other party replied, “1 like it too.”

Lu Zhen’s mind went blank. Perhaps Song Jia didn’t mean that, but as long as one thought about it, their conversation was very similar to— “Do you like me?”

“l do.”

“l like you too.”

Lu Zhen suspected that Song Jia was doing it on purpose. There was no need for him to say “l like it too” because he was the creator of these fireworks. Lu Zhen said that she liked fireworks, so he could say “as long as you like it”, but he insisted on saying “l like it too”.

If this man really did it on purpose, then Lu Zhen would really admit defeat. Words were no longer a technique to him. They were simply bewitching magic. Lu Zhen touched her cheek. She didn’t know when it had started to burn.

Not long after, Song Jia said considerately, “It’s getting late, You’ve been tired for the entire day. Go and rest.”