She bit his thin lips hard, as if venting.
"Ouch!" Chenchen felt the pain, pushed her away, "Stop fooling around!"
"Are you still angry then?" Chongchong puffed out her little mouth.
"I was never angry." Even now, Chenchen wouldn't admit it.
Chongchong couldn't help but sigh, resting her chin on her hand, her eyes showing a maturity beyond her years, she sincerely explained to him, "Chenchen, acting is just acting. No matter what my relationship with others is in the play, it's all just a performance."
This simple truth was something Chenchen obviously understood.
He just couldn't get over his emotional hurdle.
After a moment of silence, Chongchong finally heard him clear his throat and say, "I get it."
"Then you must not get jealous over this again in the future!" Chongchong held his face and looked into his eyes as she spoke.
"I wasn't jealous!"
"Not jealous and yet you rubbed my hand red? Isn't it because Mu Sensen held my hand just now?"
"..."
