Feeling Han Yingying's gaze, Shen Mosheng's face flushed, and he begged softly, "Yingying..."
"Hmm?"
"Don't look."
"You're good-looking."
"I'm embarrassed."
"But I like to look at you. I'm not happy when I can't see you."
"Then look," Shen Mosheng said uprightly, putting on an air of "Look all you want, I won't move a muscle."
Han Yingying was amused by him and chuckled, "Alright, I won't look at you then."
Shen Mosheng laughed a bit sheepishly, "It's fine to look when we're alone."
"Okay."
Seeing the loving display between the two couples, the single Feng Yuyue suddenly felt a budding desire: it was time to find someone to be affectionate with.
Sipping the last drop of coffee, he silently got up and left without further ado.
"Shen Mosheng, let's go too," Han Yingying signaled with her eyes towards Lin Xileng and Han Zishi, canoodling below, intending to leave the space to them.
