A pink blush spread from An Xiaxia's cheeks all the way to behind her ears and down her neck as she blinked her bright black eyes and bit her lower lip.
"I… I don't," she denied stubbornly.
Sheng Yize let out a long "ooooooh" and stared right into her eyes. "So why does it have anything to do with you whether I choose to play a game or shoot a scene?"
"I'm just afraid that you might get hurt!" An Xiaxia blurted out anxiously, then covered her mouth right away.
Shit. She just admitted it willingly herself!
Afraid of him getting hurt was indeed caring about him…
She had just skillfully slapped her own face…
She was so flustered that her eyes glistened with tears. Waving her little fists around, she contested, "So what if I do! I care about you as a classmate, a deskmate, and a friend! What's wrong with that!"
The corners of Sheng Yize's mouth lifted up and there was delight in his eyes.
