"Are you complaining to me?" Meng Yan asked back, walking straight up to Hua Tiantian.
"No, no, that's not what I meant."
Just as Hua Tiantian finished speaking, Meng Yan placed his hands in his pockets, bent down, and carefully examined her swollen face. His hazy gaze revealed his dissatisfaction, and soon their eyes met, sparking an ambiguous tension.
"You, you, you..."
"What about me? Could it be that you've fallen for me too?"
Meng Yan teased as he watched Hua Tiantian stand up, noticing her attempt to escape. He quickly grabbed her hand first: "Hua Tiantian, are you embarrassed and afraid to admit it?"
"I—I'm not! Meng Yan, stop being narcissistic."
Hua Tiantian felt her cheeks heat up, her heart racing, as if the air around them had thinned.
Meng Yan's gaze shifted back to her swollen cheek. His handsome brows furrowed deeply as his fingers touched her face, making her inhale sharply.
"Hiss... You're doing this on purpose, aren't you? You know my swollen face hurts."
