The air fell silent again.
The two stared at each other, their green eyes flashing with mutual dissatisfaction.
Caught between them, Jiang Qingli felt her scalp tingle with anxiety.
'How could it be such a coincidence!'
Before leaving this morning, Jiang Qingli remembered asking Yuan Shimo about his plans for the day. He'd said he would be working late at the lab, so she hadn't worried.
'Who knew they would run into each other!'
When she heard someone call out "female master," she had assumed it was Yuan Shiyao. That guy always pretended to be dazed from a kiss and call her "female master," then act all flustered when she caught him.
A combination of factors made the scene unbelievably awkward.
A tiny version of Jiang Qingli was weeping waterfalls and pounding the floor inside her mind.
Before she could dwell on her misery, Jiang Qingli felt both hands holding hers tighten, as if urging her to declare her position—to make a choice.
