Repaying With Marriage

Meng Li immediately looked at Amimi like an idiot and muttered: "It's hopeless." She pulled Hao Jinjin, who was grinning next to her, out.

Fang Lihua also went out with Liu Guochun. Luo Fang and Xu Qingqing both glanced at Jing Jihan Shisu. The four of them looked at each other faintly. Although they didn't speak, they already went out in unison.

Amimi still held the banana in her hand. She hesitated for a moment and then looked at Wei Simon, who was the only one left in the villa hall: "Uh, Mr. Wei, do you want to eat it?"

Wei Simon's veins throbbed on his forehead, he raised his hand to rub the center of his brows, and then looked at her indifferent state: "Everyone can see it, but you haven't seen it yet?"

"What?" Amimi suddenly stood up from the sofa nervously: "What are you referring to?"

Wei Simonan narrowed his eyes and looked at her in disbelief: "Don't you like me?"

"Ah..." Amimi has been back to China for so long, and has been chasing him for so long. She has always been unilaterally confessing her love to any god or idol or whomever she likes. But this is the first time that she has heard from Wei Simonan. She heard the response to those confessions from her mouth.

Although it is not a response.

Amimi looked at him with some confusion for a moment: "I used to...I liked...but Teacher Wei, you don't have to think about this. After this program is finished, we should not have any more work arrangements to do together in the near future. I will definitely not bother you again in the future, I will definitely change my mind, I won’t..."

Wei Simon frowned slightly as he listened, and suddenly reached out to hold her wrist.

Before Amimi could finish her words, she suddenly froze in surprise at the warmth in the man's palm. She subconsciously wanted to hide back, but was suddenly directly held by Wei Simon's wrist and led around the sofa and walked upstairs.

"Zhou Xiaomi, let's talk." Wei Simonan walked with him, without looking back and without stopping.

Amimi was startled, but she didn't dare to struggle too much, so she dragged herself upstairs. After reaching the second floor, she was directly led by Wei Simon into the locked cloakroom next to the bedroom.

As soon as she entered, she wanted to ask him what he wanted to talk about, but the door was slammed behind her. There was no light in the cloakroom, and there was not much space inside. Amimi nervously tried to think in the dark. To see Wei Simonan's face clearly: "Teacher Wei, what are you going to do..."

Only then did Wei Simon let go of her hand, but he still kept his position of being squeezed into the dark cloakroom almost next to her. He lowered his head and asked her: "You have been back to China for so long, and you have been working with me for a while. Are you sure you know what kind of person I am?"

Huh?

It seems to be a somewhat in-depth question.

Amimi thought for a moment before replying: "Sure, clear."

"So, can you tell whether your love for me is a fan's pure infatuation and unrequited attachment to an idol, or is it truly a love between a man and a woman that comes from a true understanding of each other?"

Amimi suddenly stopped talking. Sometimes people are slow because they are escaping and unwilling to think deeply, because they will be rejected and disliked if they believe it.

But Wei Simon had already asked so clearly that every word and every sentence was beginning to pierce the layer of window paper that she thought she could never break.

Amimi clenched her fists in the darkness, lowered her head and whispered, "I know that no matter what kind of liking you have, it will be troublesome for you. I promise that I will never... hmm"

The sudden kiss on the lips made Amimi's whole body feel like it was about to explode from the soles of her feet to the top of her head—