In room 212 of the east building, Meng Yiyi looked at the black hair in Cheng Zhu's hands, which were actually her own, and, as if bewitched, she accepted them.
After taking them, she did not know how to handle those fallen strands, ultimately stuffing them into her pocket in a rush.
Just moments before, she had been hoping to flirt with him a bit, but now she couldn't even dare to meet his eyes.
She watched as Cheng Zhu rose from his chair and approached the phone mounted on a tripod on the desk, murmuring, "I need to record it again."
Hearing this, Meng Yiyi couldn't help but glance quickly at the phone, her heart beating faster.
Shoot! The scene of her throwing herself into his arms, and everything that followed, had all been recorded by his phone!
Zhang Qiqi, standing nearby, slightly pursed her full lips as she watched.
She had been a bit bewildered initially, watching the two of them so close together, untangling the hair from the watch band.
