Cheng Guang could clearly feel the warm breath Ning Qianxue exhaled as she breathed.
"What's wrong? Are you really that scared of me leaving?"
Ning Qianxue said with a smirk, her jade finger gently lifting to touch the corner of Cheng Guang's mouth.
Cheng Guang, upon hearing Ning Qianxue's words, suddenly felt like a child whose thoughts had been exposed; his old face unwittingly flushed red, and he coughed awkwardly a few times.
"Yeah, it's okay, actually a bit."
"Fine."
"Let's not talk about it, I have things to do."
Cheng Guang mumbled a few vague responses and rushed out with a flushed face.
Cheng Guang disappeared from Ning Qianxue's field of view.
Ning Qianxue couldn't help but chuckle.
It was the first time she had seen Cheng Guang act shy in front of her.
Before, it was mostly Ning Qianxue who would be shy in front of Cheng Guang, the old hand, but now the situation seemed to have reversed.
With that in mind.
