The entire classroom burst into laughter, Queen S's face turning red, but her eyes remained bright and unwavering, showing no sign of backing down.
Tang Yanqing, however, did not laugh.
He pulled a chair over, placing it in front of S's desk, with the back of the chair facing her. He swung his long legs over, straddling the chair, resting his arms on the backrest, and squinted his eyes, closely examining S's expression.
"You say you love me? Fine, say it again."
The whole class's laughter did not faze S, but with Tang Yanqing suddenly sitting so close, she couldn't quite muster a smile. Her upper body leaned slightly back, shoulders drawn back, head turned, presenting only the right side of her face to Tang Yanqing at a 45-degree angle.
He laughed.
"Your body language is expressing retreat. You don't dare to face my question, don't dare to express your affection for me in front of my eyes again."
