Tang Ying found herself growing more and more uncomfortable under his unrestrained gaze. She couldn't bear to stay in this place any longer. If this continued, who knows what more indelicate words he might utter. His sudden change was too much for her to handle, all she wanted now was to escape from this dreadful place.
Tang Ying stood up, glanced at him awkwardly, and murmured, "I... I have to go..."
"Good night, have sweet dreams, preferably of me." Zhang Ziwen didn't try to keep her from leaving, continuing his brazen comments unabashedly.
"Stop talking nonsense..." Tang Ying blushed furiously, she simply couldn't face him at the moment. She practically fled towards the exit.
"Tang Ying... remember my words, I--love--you." Zhang Ziwen looked at her graceful figure with fervent affection, unreservedly expressing his heartfelt feelings.
