"What do you mean?"
Zhu Qingyue repeated the question, the smile on her pretty face growing more intense.
She scrutinized the boy's gaze and his flustered expression from a close distance, realizing he wasn't playing dumb but genuinely hadn't paid attention... or rather, he was unwilling to think more deeply about it.
Of course, Zhu Qingyue had guessed as much earlier, since in their current relationship, she knew Xu Xiangyang's character like the back of her hand.
"Haven't you realized it yet? Come on, Xiangyang, turn your face here, look at me."
The class president's voice sounded like a gentle, soft stream. She touched the boy's cheek with her hand, nudging with a little force to turn Xu Xiangyang's face toward her, forcing him to stop his eyes from wandering and meet her gaze.
"This is not good…"
