"What are you babbling about? I can certainly hold myself back."
Li Xing looked at the woman who sat boldly on his bed, wondering why he suddenly felt like a bashful woman while she exhibited the candidness of a man.
He was a man, after all, and couldn't let a woman make a joke of him. With that thought, he steeled himself and also sat down on the bed. The bed was big enough for her to sit at one end and him at another, leaving at least a meter and a half of distance between them.
The two sat on the bed in silence, Xie Panjun staring unabashedly at Li Xing, who was sitting on the edge of the bed. The innocence of this young man was truly heart-fluttering, involuntarily reminding her of their sweet kiss last time, causing her heart to race uncontrollably.
