She knew she should sternly reject Li Fei, or at the very least pull her foot back and then kick him hard, but she did neither, instead she tacitly consented.
Li Fei was so bold because of her reaction, realizing that it was her acquiescence and even encouragement that emboldened him. He thus pulled his chair away, hunched over, and squatted beside her. He wrapped his arms around her head and buried his upper body on her legs, breathing in the warm air with force.
Zhou Huimin's face trembled slightly, her expression enormously strange and complex, a flush of red gradually appearing on her delicate face, her breath becoming somewhat irregular.
The camera could only capture her upper body; the heads of the board had no idea what Zhou Huimin was experiencing, only that her expression seemed odd.
