Li Zhiyan suddenly felt a surge of blood rush through him. He was still too young, unable to resist an enticing scent, he thought to himself.
"I'm going to the bathroom first."
After greeting Su Mengyue, Li Zhiyan headed to the bathroom.
After he left, Su Mengyue's face turned redder and redder, the blush spreading rapidly, prompting an older female colleague to start teasing her.
"Mengyue, do you like Li Zhiyan?"
"Umm..."
"Li Zhiyan is handsome and capable, I really like him."
Though shy, Su Mengyue was someone who dared to love and hate, and she expressed her liking for Li Zhiyan directly.
Now in the class, Su Mengyue's secret crush on Li Zhiyan could hardly be considered a secret anymore.
Of course, this was when Li Zhiyan was not around.
In fact, Su Mengyue had thought many times about confessing to Li Zhiyan, but always gave up helplessly because she lacked the courage to take the final step.
"Why don't you confess? Times are different now."
