Cheng Xue was taken aback by his sudden action.
"You, what are you doing?" She was sitting, he was standing, and she could only look up at him.
Wang Jia Bao actually wasn't as calm as he appeared. Just now, his palms had already started sweating from nervousness.
"I, I have something to say, to you..."
It was a redundant statement, but at least he stuttered and opened his mouth.
Upon hearing him speak, Cheng Xue noticed his nervousness and couldn't help but laugh. "Why are you so nervous? Just say what you have to say..."
Cheng Xue was charming and cute, her oval face flushed, cherry-red lips pouting, her almond-shaped eyes clear and bright, filled with a mischievous smile, innocent, with not a hint of worry.
This made the tormented Wang Jia Bao feel a bit unbalanced. I'm here worried sick about you, but you're carefree, that's not fair...
