"You're thoughtful, class president, don't stand, please have a seat." Thinking of the person in her bed, Zhao Mengmeng smiled even more tenderly at the Tan Yihong before her.
She was a completely different person from the woman who was all bluster and aggression in front of her just now.
Pei Chenyang felt indignant inside; even his treatment from a stranger was better than hers. Zhao Mengmeng was becoming more and more outrageous.
"It's fine, how are you doing now? We haven't seen each other for just a few days, how did you lose so much weight?" Tan Yihong's hand reached out.
Yet feeling it inappropriate to touch Zhao Mengmeng, he awkwardly paused in the air for half a second before decisively retracting it.
"Eating and sleeping, sleeping and eating every day, how could I possibly lose weight? Class president, you must be mistaken; I've actually gained weight."
