He looked down at the girl's face, flushed red with anger. Compared to when he first saw her last year, Xu Su had grown a lot taller.
Her features had also matured. The last traces of childishness had vanished, replaced entirely by a young woman's vibrant beauty.
As he watched her, Zhou Mochen's heart softened. He reached out, turned her face toward him, and said slowly, "Xu Su, if you're angry, then I won't do this. But you have to promise me you'll stay away from those other boys, not just this Xi Zirong. Okay?"
"..." His words were laced with a clear and discernible compromise.
Xu Su lowered her gaze, avoiding his. She said, "Zhou Mochen, have some confidence. Don't be so paranoid."
Pulling his hand away, Xu Su said, "I'm going home."
