But she looked into her eyes, and suddenly she did not want to stop it. The eyes were very bright. They were the first eyes to taste love.

"But he doesn't love you." Ding Yiyi sighed in a low voice for another more important reason. She did not say that she thought the housekeeper was too competent to be like ordinary people at all.

Haizi sat beside Ding Yiyi, stirring her hands constantly. Her hands were long and soft, and her nails were cut into pointed crescents.

She thought for a moment and suddenly asked, "Aunt, may he like me?"

I'm not him. How can I know if he likes...