"Hmm," Shen Mosheng nodded slowly, feeling slightly more comfortable inside.
"Shen Mosheng."
"Hmm?"
"You're not getting jealous, are you?" Han Yingying tilted her head, looking at Shen Mosheng mischievously.
"No...no..." Shen Mosheng nervously denied.
"Really not?"
"No."
"That's a pity, I was thinking, if you were jealous, I would hug and kiss you to comfort you."
Upon hearing this, Shen Mosheng changed his tune, "I am jealous."
"But you just said you weren't."
"Sorry, I lied."
"Shen Mosheng, you actually lied to me?" Han Yingying's eyes widened, hands on her hips, as she pretended to interrogate him fiercely.
Shen Mosheng was a bit confused: This isn't what he said earlier.
Seeing his frustrated and bewildered face, Han Yingying couldn't help but laugh out loud, jumped up to wrap her arms around his neck, quickly kissed him, and said joyfully, "I'm just teasing you."
Shen Mosheng smiled somewhat foolishly.
"Let's go, let's get the task done."
