Ye Chen looked up at Zhang Yantong and was instantly dumbfounded. Her smile was as beautiful and captivating as if all the flowers had bloomed in unison. Her expressive eyes seemed as if they could speak, especially when she laughed, shining even brighter. Ye Chen couldn't help being drawn to this scene. Zhang Yantong noticed Ye Chen's peculiar gaze and the infatuated look in his eyes, and couldn't help but say, "You fool, what are you staring at! If you keep looking, I'll dig out your eyeballs!"
"Hehe, would you really?" Ye Chen grinned and started to laugh.
"Hmph, what's there to really care about!" Zhang Yantong snorted lightly, then left pouting, habitually picking up a cup to drink water. However, as her red lips touched the edge of the cup, she remembered Ye Chen had just drunk from it. Suddenly, her heart skipped like a little deer, and she started fantasizing wildly. Did this count as an indirect kiss?
