93 Bury One’s Face on the Pillow

Can I kiss you?

The question rang in Feng Mian's ear as she looked at Zhang Liang with a dumbfounded expression. Back when he first kissed her, he didn't even bother asking and just asked her whether she could act or not. Now, he asked?

Zhang Liang noticed her confusion and smiled lightly. "I can't have you react that way under the gaze of people, right?"

Ah.

Feng Mian didn't dare to tilt her head, but she knew that there must be some people in the hall who were looking in their direction. If Feng Mian refused and rejected him, it would be clear to them that they were not really couples. After all, it would reflect badly on Zhang Liang's image.

At this time, Feng Mian could see Zhang Liang was looking at her patiently. There was no impatience in his eyes. He wanted her to give him an answer and would not force her.