An Xiaxia felt dizzy. She was dumbfounded and didn't know what was happening.
She didn't even know what question to ask, but could only freeze on the spot and stare at Sheng Yize with puzzled eyes.
Sheng Yize chuckled quietly, which sounded both self-mocking as well as derisive of An Xiaxia's clumsiness.
"Do you like Qi Yanxi?"
An Xiaxia shook her head repeatedly.
"Good." Sheng Yize looked away. "You can ask whatever you want to ask now. If you don't know what to ask, you can always leave it until later…"
An Xiaxia jabbed her fingers together and suddenly thumped her head against the car window.
Thump — her little head hit the glass, making a muffled sound.
When Sheng Yize realized what she was doing, it was already too late to stop her. He could only watch her speechlessly as she sat back with a hand over her head and said in a pitiful tone, "So, it wasn't a dream… ouch, that hurt!"
