Panic flickered in Lin Lueyu’s eyes, and a blush spread across her cheeks. She tried to push Dai Fuchuan away, but her hands could only rest weakly against his chest. Her classmates gasped and whispered around them, but all she could hear was their mingled breathing.
Dai Fuchuan gazed at the girl in his arms, his Adam’s apple bobbing. He slowly bent down and whispered in her ear, “Do you still want to say you don’t care about me?”
