Yang Ming touched the cheek that Jing Xiaolu had kissed. He somewhat didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She seemed to be deliberate, but it did not feel like it. To say it was not intentional, but yet it appeared to be premeditated. Ai, this Jing Xiaolu. Everything is possible...
"I'm sorry!" Jing Xiaolu saw Yang Ming's astonished look and smiled. "That is to express my thanks, but it doesn't mean anything else. Don't misunderstand!"
"It's nothing... I didn't misunderstand..." Yang Ming waved his hand and said helplessly, "I know. It is Western etiquette, right..."
"As long as you know it." Jing Xiaolu giggled. She said indifferently, "I am afraid that you think I have ulterior motives. It's actually not. Don't think too much..."
