"Why are you calling me??" Vivian stretched out her index finger to plug her left ear, frowned at Ethan Hayes, and said, "Lower your voice, I'm not deaf."
"You..." Ethan suddenly realized that he always seemed to have no way to deal with Vivian.
"Alright, alright, not being able to argue with me isn't something to be embarrassed about. Why does a guy need to be so sharp-tongued anyway?" Vivian looked at Ethan with an aggrieved expression and couldn't help but laugh, "Hurry up and solve the problems."
She looked very pretty when she laughed, her clear eyes narrowed into crescent moons, and the corners of her rosy lips formed an adorable arc.
Ethan stared at the corners of her mouth for a while and then recalled how close she just was — barely inches away. The blush on his face became even more pronounced.
"Why is your face getting redder??" Vivian looked at him curiously and said, "Is it really too stuffy in the room? How about I go open a window for you."
