Feeling the softness heaving against his chest and the slickness between their lips, Leng Xuan himself felt his face flush with heat, finding the little miss in his arms as soft as a cotton ball. The delicate fragrance emitting from the young girl further added to his bewilderment. Therefore, after only a single kiss, he quickly released her and turned his head away, not daring to look at Zhou Li again.
For a moment, the entire Class 3-2 was dead silent, so quiet you could hear a pin drop. After a pause, someone actually started clapping, but the applause ceased abruptly under Huang Xiaojun's sweeping gaze.
Struggling to control his emotions, Leng Xuan finally turned to look at Huang Xiaojun and said distantly, "Now, you believe it, don't you?"
Huang Xiaojun was nearly consumed by rage, but the moment he locked eyes with Leng Xuan's terrifying gaze, the fire died down, and he managed a strained smile, unable to utter a word.
