Fu Han's face could no longer hold back, and she burst into laughter.
He Xing's eyes lit up, and he grabbed Fu Han's hand in an instant, barely containing his excitement as he said, "Xiaohan, you're laughing, so does that mean you've forgiven me?"
Even when He Xing was excited, his expression didn't change much. The only tell was the smile that would adorn the corners of his eyes and lips.
"Who said I've forgiven you?" Fu Han immediately tried to pull her hand back with a stern face, but she couldn't succeed because He Xing had anticipated her reaction and was holding on tightly. Her face flushing, she whispered, "There are so many people watching. Will you let go, please?"
"Let them watch. Everyone knows about us already." The smile on He Xing's face deepened—he adored this shy yet helpless expression on Fu Han.
