Ye Ning turned black in the face and said to him, "Mu Yeli, I didn't mean it like that."
Mu Yeli looked at her.
He truly did not want to force her, nor did he want to desperately beg her to be with him.
In any case, he reached a point of understanding. If he wanted to be good to her, he could just be good to her. He did not need any title or any response from her.
If being good to someone meant she had to respond, what would be the point?
Ye Ning closed her eyes, took a deep breath, feeling that it was necessary to clarify things further.
"Mu Yeli, what I mean is."
"What?"
Ye Ning blushed, lowered her head, and mumbled, "I will… be good to you too…"
Her voice grew softer, and she felt so womanly.
Mu Yeli was stunned for a moment; his hands were still covered in flour as he watched her.
The silence lasted for a while, making things a bit awkward.
Then, Mu Yeli suddenly said, "Oh…"
Ye Ning looked up at him, her eyes twinkling. Had he finally understood?
