"Alright, stop acting! Sit down and let's talk." Xia Jing didn't hug Zhang Zhentian; instead, she sat directly on the chair in front of the computer desk in his bedroom.
Hearing Xia Jing say this, Zhang Zhentian felt a bit awkward; he hadn't expected Xia Jing to see through his act so quickly.
Zhang Zhentian sat on the bed, looking at Xia Jing.
"So, Zhang Zhentian, what do you want?" Xia Jing opened with this question, catching Zhang Zhentian off guard.
"Xia Jing, can you, can you please not leave me?" Zhang Zhentian asked cautiously with the words that weighed on his heart. He looked at Xia Jing, wanting to see her expression upon hearing this from him.
"Oh? Zhang Zhentian, when did I, Xia Jing, ever say I would leave you?" Xia Jing replied nonchalantly to Zhang Zhentian. Initially, her words made him quite happy, but it was what she said afterward that left him utterly embarrassed.
