Both of them were still silent, shocked by this accident. Xinran's beautiful face reddened, like a tomato in the sunlight, radiating her attractive and vulnerable side. Her eyes tell what is inside her heart, the beat that cannot be stopped even for a little bit.
Zhihao, on the other hand, did not rise from there. Instead, he captivated. The small details of Xinran were observed by him, those two attractive eyes did not make Zhihao shift his gaze once in a while. Both were stunned and didn't make a move until she looked elsewhere.
"I don't mind it," she whispered, unable to meet Zhihao's sights.
Wide-eyed, the man was flustered, not at all anticipating Xinran's response. Granted access, Zhihao swallowed hard, drawing closer to her. He doesn't even know what happened to him right now as Xinran closed her eyes when she faced him again.