Fang repressed the low chuckle in her throat, her expression turning serious.
Slowly, her clear, bright, fox-like eyes filled with gentleness, revealing a shy demeanor.
"Luo Yanqing..."
Mouthing softly, what should she say, someone had sent her an incredibly subtle free verse poem in six different languages: French, German, Russian... At the end of each rendition, it emphatically stated, "I like you!"
Kang Li suspected the man knew more than just six languages. She thought he was just too coy! If he wanted to express his feelings, why test her intelligence?
Yes, she had displayed her linguistic talents in front of him, but only her fluent English; she had never spoken any other language.
Was he not afraid she wouldn't understand?
Well, someone had thought about that.
