Jing Haohao stopped laughing when she heard his words and looked at Liang Chen, slightly wrinkling her brow.
Before she could react, Liang Chen had already realised his own slip of the tongue. He almost wanted to bite it off, regretting the overly sentimental and flirtatious words he had spoken. That was not the kind of thing a grown man should say!
Liang Chen collected himself, cleared his throat and took Jing Haohao's hand, saying, "There's a party tonight, come with me. We should leave now."
Without waiting for Jing Haohao's response, Liang Chen turned and walked into the changing room.
His pace was quick, as if he was trying to hide the unease of having just voiced such words.
Sitting in the wicker chair, Jing Haohao looked with a bit of confusion at Liang Chen's retreating figure. As she recalled his words, her heart skipped a beat. Were his tender words indeed a genuine reaction?
