Sheng Yanxiao lowered his head, his somewhat mischievous voice echoed in Su Weiyi's ear, "I don't like crowds, but if you're willing to give me a kiss, you can bring as many people as you want."
The boy's roguishness was on full display. Su Weiyi's cheeks turned crimson, she hurriedly pushed Sheng Yanxiao's chest and then quickly turned and ran out.
Faintly, she could still hear Sheng Yanxiao's laughter, so mischievous, yet to her, it sounded sweet.
Back in the room, Su Weiyi took a few deep breaths, touched her face, which was burning hot. Oh no, oh no, she was really done for.
Su Weiyi was already nineteen years old, legally an adult, but now, she was being made blushing and heart-throbbing by a fifteen-year-old boy. If word got out, it would be utterly laughable!
Su Weiyi shrank back onto the bed, hugging her knees, yet she couldn't stop the corners of her mouth from curving up, up again.
