The next moment, Zhang Xiaoshan's large hand gently brushed across Xu Xiaomeng's snow-white cheek.
"Wipe your tears, going home like this will worry your family."
"I, I know."
Xu Xiaomeng was taken aback.
Only then did she realize she had thought too much, Zhang Xiaoshan simply wanted to help her wipe her tears.
Her cheeks, already flushed, turned even redder.
"Huh."
Suddenly, Zhang Xiaoshan pulled her abruptly.
"Ah."
Her body lurched forward, losing balance, and crashed heavily into Zhang Xiaoshan's arms.
In a panic, she instinctively held onto Zhang Xiaoshan tightly.
"You're holding me so tight, I can't breathe," Zhang Xiaoshan, with his head lowered and at the level of Xu Xiaomeng's shoulder, spoke as if he were whispering into her ear, his breath warm on Xu Xiaomeng's ear, causing her whole body to nearly spasm.
"You, you're bad."
Like an electric shock, she pushed Zhang Xiaoshan away fiercely and ran headlong into the alley, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
