Li Na tried to put up a strong font in front of him, but inwardly she felt like a creep. She questioned herself, "Why am I looking at him like this?" She didn't have the courage to ask him to move back a bit. She had troubled him already with her problems.
He handed his phone to her, and as their fingers brushed against each other, Li Na felt a sudden rush of heat creeping up her cheeks. She swallowed hard, trying to calm herself down. "Calm down, you idiot," she scolded herself silently in her mind.
Li Na swiftly entered her number and handed the phone back to him. As he dialed the number, her phone rang, breaking the silence in the room. "Save it," he instructed, his gaze fixed on her. She nodded quickly, unable to find her voice. Beads of sweat started to form on her forehead, a sign of her nervousness.
