The Only Way is to Extract a Confession by Torture

Yin Shaojie chuckled sinisterly as he said, "It looks like I'll have to extract a confession by torture then."

Upon hearing the sinister tone in his laughter, Mu Xiaoxiao's heartbeat quickened uncontrollably.

Her cheeks became slightly pink as she tugged on the collar of his shirt with her little hands and said in a small voice, "Can we not talk here? There are so many people. We can talk about this after school. Class is about to start so you…"

Before she could finish her words, Yin Shaojie moved away. Ignoring the stares of the crowd, he grabbed her hand in one swift motion and said, "Let's go then. We'll talk elsewhere."

There were indeed too many people here, making speech inconvenient.

Also, he had no intention of kissing her in front of so many people from the start.

He didn't want any of the other boys to see her bashfulness.

"But I need to go to class…"

The bell for class rang just as Mu Xiaoxiao finished her words.