CHAPTER 83: 75. WOMEN, DO NOT RESIST MY LOVE.

At this moment, it felt as if there was an invisible butterfly in the air, gently fanning its wings.

As Tang Yanqing, he had once thought with a small arrogance, what would be the reaction of the only girl in his life who heard his face-to-face confession in that subtle moment?

Would she blush immediately, infinite tenderness pouring into his arms?

Or would she stomp her foot playfully and say "You’re bad," then turn and run away?

But somehow, none of these scenarios seemed to fit Shi Nian standing right in front of him.

So what would her reaction be? He couldn’t wait any longer.

The invisible butterfly in the air had fanned its wings enough and suddenly turned around and left. The glow on its wings fell in a string, turning into tiny golden stars, scattering in the air.

As the glow faded away, Shi Nian’s face was revealed, pale. She bit her lip slightly, stepped forward, close to him.

Could it be—an embrace?

Indeed, she reached out her hand to him. So he couldn’t help but open his arms—

Yet her hand went directly past his arms and landed on his forehead.

She looked at him worriedly and asked softly, "Are you feverish?"

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"Ha?" He laughed despite himself, his extended arms awkwardly paused in mid-air.

She then placed her left hand on her own forehead, and her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed: "Luckily, the temperature isn’t too abnormal."

She then looked up at him again: "Or are you profiling the suspect’s psychology? But he may not necessarily like me, hatred is a more fitting emotion, right?"

Tang Yanqing could only sigh.

See, indeed she is a police officer’s daughter, and also—the girl a police officer has a crush on, only someone like her could stay so calm and composed even at such a moment, even bringing up professional profiling like ’criminal psychological profiling’.

He reached out and grabbed Shi Nian’s small hand, ignoring her struggle, holding it tightly in his palm.

"Alright my Sleeping Beauty... It’s not feverish nonsense, nor role-playing in psychological profiling. I am speaking my truth."

He placed her small hand on his heart.

"I like you, this is my completely sober, completely serious confession as Tang Yanqing."

Shi Nian’s cheeks quickly flushed for an instant, but then they faded to white again.

"Mr. Tang, I need to talk to you."

"Okay."

Shi Nian moved a chair over, signaling Tang Yanqing to sit down.

His height was too imposing in front of her. It made her breathing and heartbeat erratic, preventing her from calmly thinking.

Tang Yanqing obediently sat down with a smile.

Shi Nian folded her arms, closed her eyes for a moment to calm herself down.

"Mr. Tang, how old are you this year?"

"27."

"From your first love to now, how many girlfriends have you had?"

Uh...

Tang Yanqing somewhat regretted agreeing to answer her questions.

Shi Nian pressed her lips tightly: "Mr. Tang, you don’t want to talk to me anymore, do you? Then forget it, I’ll leave first."

"I’ll admit it!" Tang Yanqing hurriedly grabbed Shi Nian’s hand: "I’ll admit everything, isn’t that okay?"

"Oh." Shi Nian tried to stay calm as she walked back and stood opposite him again.

The room was actually quite small, with a desk and chair against the wall. In the remaining space, she tried to stand as close to the desk edge as possible; and when he sat down, his long legs stretched out dominantly, almost trapping her in a small prison.

She took a deep breath, trying to relax herself: "Go ahead and speak."

Tang Yanqing seriously counted on his fingers, then unconsciously glanced at his feet.

She helplessly stifled a laugh: "You need more than two hands, are you going to borrow toes too?"

He awkwardly looked up at her, like a child who had done something wrong, put his hands down along the sides of his pants, a slight blush rising on his cheekbones.

"Listen to me... Although I have had quite a few girlfriends before, they always approached me first. Anyway, when I’m free, I just play along. But since I was 23..." He stopped abruptly, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, then skipped ahead: "The past four years, I’ve not dated any woman."

He looked up, his long eyelashes trembling slightly under the pale golden light.

"And as for confessing to someone, today is my first time."

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He was genuinely nervous, not pretending, genuinely nervous.

Shi Nian understood, could not help but drop her head and chuckle lightly: "Please, Mr. Tang, I’m not interrogating your dating history. You’ve misunderstood. I just wanted to ask, among all the girlfriends you’ve had, was any already married?"

"Oh?"

Tang Yanqing seemed to be confused for a moment, then shook his head: "No."

"Oh, now I understand." Shi Nian got up, carefully trying to thread through the small space between his long legs and the desk, making an effort not to touch his legs.