51 A Tsundere?

When Zhao Lifei stepped closer to the table, she saw a wide variety of food that smelled so good that her stomach made a loud noise again.

She felt her cheeks heat up and tried to avoid any eye-contact with Yang Feng. He bit his bottom lip to suppress the laughter that threatened to come up.

She snuck a secretive glance at him and instantly wished she didn't. His eyes were lit up in mischief and the way he was biting his lip made him incredibly charismatic.

'Stop drooling.' Zhao Lifei chided herself, immediately averting her eyes away from him.

"Don't just stand there. Come and sit." He mused, his eyes twinkling when he looked at her.

He thought she was so unpredictable at times. One minute she would give him the cold shoulder and ignore him, then the next minute, she'd surprise him with expressions that ticked his heart.

The blush on her cheeks have yet to subside as she sat on the chair he pulled out for her.