"Wait..." Song Lin also stood up.
"What now?" Zhang Ziwen looked at her, his eyes questioning.
"...let me... I'll go wash up first..." Song Lin's voice was shy, her stunning cheeks flushed a delicate red, adding to her allure.
Zhang Ziwen gazed at her charming expression, his throat turning dry from the temptation. His heart fluttered, yet he also felt puzzled. How could this young woman display such a captivating look?
"...don't look at me like that... it's all your fault... you're terrible, Zhang Ziwen..." Song Lin's face turned crimson, her little fists pounded against his chest, unable to bear his curious and slightly teasing gaze.
My God, it was too much for Zhang Ziwen. Song Lin, in her current state, was absolutely bewitching. Her blush and her shy, coquettish tone set his heart racing, but he honestly didn't understand what was happening to her.
