Zhao Mengmeng's eyes shone with a hint of slyness, a look that said she was very generous and that you shouldn't be polite with her.
Pei Chenyang's eyes darkened slightly, his gaze drifting downwards to her crimson lips, and a faint milk fragrance lingered at the tip of his nose.
His Adam's apple rolled a few times, as the feeling of kissing her flashed through his mind, causing a sudden tension throughout his body.
Zhao Mengmeng looked at him in confusion, wondering why he had turned into such a blockhead—she had been speaking to him for quite some time without any response, and it would be strange if his girlfriend decided to get back together with him.
"Miss, there's no need to say more, I will not leave your side, do you want to continue shopping or find a place to eat?"
Zhao Mengmeng did not expect that her well-intentioned and openly stated reason would be rejected by him.
Not to mention, he rebuffed her with a blatant warning.
