Shen Rong's light remark made Chiang Qing's heart suddenly tremble, her face turned pale, and her fingers placed beside her scratched the leather under the car seat.
"You..."
"Didn't you like that soldier before? Otherwise, you wouldn't have... Do you still think about him now?" Shen Rong asked, staring at her.
Chiang Qing's heart quivered slightly, forcing a smile and said, "What are you talking about? How could I still think about him?"
Shen Rong locked eyes with her, causing Chiang Qing to swallow and force herself not to avoid his gaze, lest it shows guilt, which would anger him.
Just as she was about to lose her composure, Shen Rong smiled, patting her shoulder as he laughed, "Silly girl, what are you afraid of? There's no young person who doesn't have a crush."
Chiang Qing wanted to smile, but she couldn't.
