Li Meirong stood there, dumbfounded, for a good few seconds. She stared at Zhu Qingyue, still struggling to comprehend the meaning of his words.
One second passed, two seconds, three…
A soft giggle suddenly escaped her lips, filling the air with a cheerful melody much like the tinkling of silver bells. Her eyes closed as her narrow shoulders began to shake with the force of her laughter.
The ridiculousness of the entire situation was simply too much for her to handle stoically; she couldn't help herself. Zhu Qingyue's words were just so unbelievably silly!
When her fit of giggles finally subsided, her eyes opened once more, and she was met with the sight of Zhu Qingyue's deathly serious expression. Despite his extraordinary presence, the stillness of his body was such that he might as well have been a mannequin.
Despite her giggles, he had yet to relinquish his hold on her chin. An awkwardness settled upon her, her humor dying away.
