Zhang Mei's reaction was not just obvious—it was super obvious. Her face turned red, resembling a ripe tomato, and her gestures alone betrayed her embarrassment.
Only a fool could miss her true feelings. Xie Qing's eyes widened.
The man knew about her feelings, saw her passion, but he preferred not to rush things, considering her fiery personality. And now…
"W-what nonsense!" Zhang Mei shouted, pointing at him furiously. "What disrespect! How could I… eeek?!"
A surprisingly girlish squeal escaped her lips as Xie Qing used a special technique to pull her into an embrace.
"W-w-w-what…" Zhang Mei stammered nervously, her face flushed, and tears welled up in the corners of her eyes. "…stop it."
Despite her "resistance," Zhang Mei surprisingly did nothing to make Xie Qing let go of her. Instead, she hugged him back, rested her head on his shoulder, and hid her face.
