He smiled, a careful mixture of affection concealed beneath his watchful gaze.
"What happened? You were so outspoken just now, why are you blushing like this now?"
He not only refrained from kissing her but teased her relentlessly. In response, Chenxing blushed fiercely, tucking her head into his chest like a shy turtle retreating into its shell.
"Silly girl, if your man doesn't make a move, why doesn't the brave girl who confessed make one herself?" If it was his spirited Huanhuan, she'd have already found a way to make him stop talking.
"Go ahead and kiss him, kiss him!" the crowd started to chant in unison.
Chenxing hung her head low as though looking for cracks in the ground to disappear into. She glanced angrily at Baihao, silently hoping that he found himself without toilet paper or a phone, just hundred-yuan bills in the restroom.
"Darling, since they are insisting, what do you suggest?"