"Su Sheng, you're overthinking it— I'm not interested in you!"
Zijun's face remained expressionless, but her reddening earlobes betrayed her current state, this angle allowing her to see the man's Adam's apple, which, for some reason, made her heart race so fiercely it almost reached her throat.
Su Sheng frowned slightly and said in a low voice, "This is the second time."
"What second time."
Being so close, she could feel the man's warm breath, confirming it smelt of noodle soup.
"Ring, ring!"
At the critical moment, Su Sheng's phone rang—it wasn't even necessary to look to know Yang Cheng must have arrived.
"I'll go first, you should reflect on this at home by yourself!"
Su Sheng said, then straightened up, which let Zijun breathe a sigh of relief, yet she couldn't understand the meaning behind his words.
"Ah!"
She had not anticipated that Su Sheng would dare pinch her face right before leaving, "Ow, that really hurts, what are you doing?"
