"What's up?" Shen Mochen turned around.
"You, you..." Xia Qingrou's face was flushed like red clouds, stunning and tempting. Her funny glasses slid down to the tip of her nose as she nervously twirled the hair at her temples, stammering.
Shen Mochen tilted his head, looking into Xia Qingrou's eyes, "If you have nothing to say, I'm going back."
Xia Qingrou clasped her legs together, her toes clenching the floor tightly as she curled up slightly and turned her face away, both anxious and embarrassed, her voice as faint as a mosquito, "If you, really want that... it's not... impossible..."
Shen Mochen coughed, "I don't want it."
"But since it's what you want…" Xia Qingrou paused mid-sentence, staring at Shen Mochen in disbelief for a long time, "What did you say?"
"I said I don't want it." Shen Mochen repeated.
Xia Qingrou was frustrated and furious, her face flushed red as she pointed at his midsection, "You are... like this, and still you pretend!"
