Shen Haoxuan didn't want to give Mi Lu a chance to avoid nor let her break free, he just looked at her seriously and affectionately.
"What am I supposed to do? What should I do?" Mi Lu didn't understand Shen Haoxuan's intention, her deer-like bewildered eyes staring at him, wondering what she should do.
Mi Lu's heartbeat raced; she actually wasn't repulsed by Shen Haoxuan's confession. But she knew that she didn't harbor those feelings for Shen Haoxuan yet, all she felt now was some panic.
"I've confessed to you, what about you? Do you accept or reject?" Shen Haoxuan let go of holding Mi Lu's face, but his body moved closer to her. One hand was resting on the back of Mi Lu's seat, his handsome face stopping just two centimeters away from hers.
This posture was extremely ambiguous, and Shen Haoxuan placing his hand on the backrest of Mi Lu's seat seemed to encircle her entirely in his arms.
