Luo Wenwen looked at Yang Feilong with longing eyes, "Do you have absolutely no feelings for me in that regard?"
"No," Yang Feilong shook his head. To say there was completely nothing would be unrealistic, after all, Luo Wenwen was fair-skinned, beautiful, and had long legs, with a cheerful personality. She was a top-tier goddess.
T2 was already the level of a campus beauty in an ordinary school, a goddess in many people's hearts. As for T1, it was a combination of elegance, beauty, and so on, considered the campus belle of some good schools, a goddess for the masses!
However, because of Luo Yujiao's relationship with him, even if Yang Feilong had any thoughts of that kind towards Luo Wenwen, he wouldn't show them. He said this to make Luo Wenwen give up hope. Perhaps, when she went to university and met excellent boys, she would stop coveting him.
In Yang Feilong's opinion, the reason she liked him so much was probably due to her limited exposure and having met too few outstanding boys, which led her to fall deeply for him. With more experience, she might realize he wasn't as great as she thought and abandon this idea.
Hearing Yang Feilong's words, Luo Wenwen's heart ached inexplicably. Then, unwilling to give up, she asked, "What if there was no... no Luo Yujiao? Would you like me then? Would you let me be your girlfriend? Even if it's just one of them!"
For the first time, she didn't use that address!
It wasn't that she didn't respect Luo Yujiao, nor was it because of her biological mother. It was because she felt unwilling and was afraid that by saying those words, Yang Feilong might become sensitive.
"Life doesn't have so many 'what ifs'," Yang Feilong shook his head. "I'm not as good as you think. I'm very fickle. If I don't love everyone I see, it's pretty close!"
Instead of answering Luo Wenwen's hypothetical question, he continued to persuade her.
"You're fickle, and you still don't like me? Hmph. You're lying," Luo Wenwen said with a dejected face.
Yang Feilong: "..."
Yang Feilong had no words to refute this.
If Luo Yujiao wasn't interfering between them, perhaps he truly couldn't refuse such a beautiful, optimistic, and cheerful girl like Luo Wenwen.
But, as he had said, the relationship between Luo Yujiao and Luo Wenwen was a given. Although they weren't related by blood, he couldn't accept Luo Wenwen. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to pass his own moral test. And if it got out, how would Luo Yujiao and Luo Wenwen face others?
Luo Wenwen's eyes flickered, lost in thought.
Seeing Luo Wenwen remain silent, Yang Feilong sighed inwardly, hoping she would come to her senses.
Otherwise, Luo Yujiao, caught in the middle, would be in a difficult position!
"Feilong gege," Luo Wenwen suddenly said, looking at Yang Feilong.
"What is it?" Yang Feilong asked.
"I won't bother you anymore in the future," Luo Wenwen said.
"?" Hearing this, Yang Feilong looked at Luo Wenwen. What did "not bother" mean?
"My mother didn't have it easy. She suffered so much for so many years. How can I snatch her boyfriend?" Luo Wenwen sighed.
"It's good that you can see it that way," Yang Feilong breathed a sigh of relief.
"Then can I call you Daddy from now on?" Luo Wenwen asked again.
"Daddy?" Yang Feilong was dumbfounded.
He was still a child not yet twenty years old, and suddenly he had a daughter almost nineteen? Was this a joke?
Seeing Yang Feilong's stunned expression, a mischievous smile appeared on Luo Wenwen's face, as if this was all a game.
"Daddy, am I your only daughter?" Luo Wenwen asked Yang Feilong with a half-smile.
"Well, you should still call me gege!" Yang Feilong shuddered and said repeatedly. For some reason, hearing Luo Wenwen address him this way gave him goosebumps.
"Are you my mother's boyfriend?" Luo Wenwen countered.
"Yes," Yang Feilong answered weakly.
"Then what's wrong with me calling you Daddy?" Luo Wenwen questioned.
"..." Yang Feilong was speechless.
"But I'm only about a year older than you, oh wait, not even a full year!" Yang Feilong looked at Luo Wenwen with a troubled expression. "How can you call me Daddy?"
"But my mother is less than ten years older than me!" Luo Wenwen tilted her head and looked at Yang Feilong.
"..." Yang Feilong opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found himself at a loss for words.
He felt a sense of helplessness. When it came down to it, Yang Feilong felt quite helpless about this matter. After all, Luo Yujiao, who was eighteen at the time, adopted Luo Wenwen, who was over eight. Who could he reason with?
Yang Feilong had asked Luo Yujiao why she adopted Luo Wenwen back then. Her answer was that she didn't know how to take care of babies, and an older child would be easier to manage.
Why was there no one to adopt eight-year-old Luo Wenwen?
It was because Luo Wenwen was very ugly when she was little, and no one dressed her up. She only started to grow into her looks after she was ten, getting more beautiful each year. Speaking of which, Luo Wenwen's current appearance was even more outstanding in every aspect than when Yang Feilong first met her.
"Daddy, Daddy, my dear Daddy!!" Luo Wenwen seemed to have gotten addicted to calling him that, repeating it incessantly. Her face was beaming with smiles. "Daddy, I love you."
Yang Feilong felt his head spinning.
If they went out together in the future, and Luo Wenwen greeted everyone with "Daddy," people wouldn't think they were father and daughter. Instead, they would say, "Wow, this young couple really likes to play!"
The thought made Yang Feilong feel stifled.
"Well, Wenwen, can we negotiate?" Yang Feilong looked at Luo Wenwen.
"No, Daddy. Once a father, always a father!" Luo Wenwen blinked her eyes, as if she knew his thoughts beforehand.
Yang Feilong felt a touch of melancholy.
With such a grown-up daughter, how would he interact with people in the future?
"Daddy, is your daughter well-behaved?" Luo Wenwen tilted her head and looked at Yang Feilong.
"..." Yang Feilong felt like vomiting blood. He had never met such a well-behaved daughter. Well, he didn't have any children yet, he was thinking too far ahead. He looked up at the sky, the moon was bright, but why was his heart so sad?
Luo Wenwen hugged Yang Feilong's arm, pressing her well-developed bosom against him.
Yang Feilong felt even more resentful.
This was revenge!
Wasn't it revenge?
You don't want to be my girlfriend? Fine, then you be my Dad!
Was this a case of "what's done is done"?
Yang Feilong looked at Luo Wenwen and sighed, "Wenwen, just tell me, what do you want?"
"Daddy, I'm not messing around!" Luo Wenwen looked at Yang Feilong in confusion, pouting her lips, and said aggrievedly, "Don't you like your daughter?"
"..." Yang Feilong's mentality was shattered.
"Wenwen, I beg you, either call me by my name, or keep calling me Feilong gege like before! If that's not acceptable, you can even call me Teacher Yang! After all, you're about to start university at Lan Hai University!" Yang Feilong said with a wry smile.
"Then let me kiss you, and I'll agree!" Luo Wenwen said with a giggle, seeing Yang Feilong about to explode.
"Okay!" Yang Feilong hesitated for only a moment. If he didn't let her kiss him, he was afraid Luo Wenwen wouldn't change her mind, so he agreed.
"Come on, kiss me!" Yang Feilong closed his eyes, appearing to be at her mercy.
"I can't reach!" Luo Wenwen stomped her foot in frustration, looking at the towering Yang Feilong.
Luo Wenwen wasn't short, she was 1.68 meters tall, but Yang Feilong was 1.88 meters tall, a full twenty centimeters difference.
"Fine!" Yang Feilong bent down.
Then Luo Wenwen kissed him. Yang Feilong initially thought it would be a peck on the cheek, but who knew Luo Wenwen would kiss him on the lips? What's more, it wasn't just a light touch, but a passionate deep kiss!
Just as Yang Feilong was preparing to push Luo Wenwen away, Luo Wenwen, her face flushed, threatened him, "If you don't let me have my way, I'll keep calling you Daddy!"
Yang Feilong: "..."