She took a deep breath, grabbed Han Zishi, walked over to the couch, stood upon it, and maintaining eye contact with Han Zishi, she almost growled.
"Han Zishi!"
"Present!" Intimidated by her aura, Han Zishi reflexively responded.
The atmosphere grew even more awkward.
Han Yingying was already laughing so hard she couldn't straighten her back.
Shen Mosheng could only carefully support her to prevent her from falling.
Lin Xileng and Han Zishi stared at each other, wide-eyed.
After a long stare, Lin Xileng finally regained her voice, "Han Zishi, I like you, do you like me?"
"What?" Han Zishi was completely dumbfounded.
What's happening?
"Han Zishi, I like you, do you like me?" Lin Xileng asked firmly, looking at him, loudly repeating herself.
"Wait—" Han Zishi extended his hand, touched her forehead, and muttered confusedly, "You're not feverish."
