Sheng Qianxia almost instinctively let him hold her and followed Gong Beiyao's steps as they walked away.
If they were to act out a scene, it had to be realistic, right?
She thought this as a faint, barely noticeable smile played on her lips, like she had finally found a reason not to dodge, allowing herself to indulge in the illusion.
Daydreaming was okay—
The way the two of them ignored everyone else completely hurt Ling Muye.
Ling Muye's legs felt like they were filled with lead, and he stood frozen in place for a long time, watching their retreating figures slowly move away.
Sheng Qianxia felt those eyes on her back, staring at her intently; she seemed to care yet also seemed to have passed him over.
"Why did you twist my face?" Sheng Qianxia pouted and asked Gong Beiyao!
Stealing kisses, pinching her nose, and now twisting her face. What did that mean…
Gong Beiyao stretched out his hand again to press on her head.
