Shen Mosheng nodded acquiescently, "I'll try my best."
"It's a must."
"Sometimes, it's beyond my control."
"Like when?"
The temperature seemed to rise again, and Shen Mosheng averted his eyes quietly, "When you touch me."
"Like this?" Han Yingying said, cupping his face with both hands, leaning in closer to look at him.
Indeed, his face turned even redder.
Han Yingying couldn't help but click her tongue in wonder, "Shen Mosheng, it turns out you're so easily embarrassed."
"Only with you."
Han Yingying: …
Yikes, the tough guy just spouted some sweet nothings again, and they actually sounded quite pleasant, what to do?
"Yingying, can you, let go of me now?" Shen Mosheng, feeling awkward and unsure, could only make a weak request.
"Do you say if I keep holding your face like this, you would die of embarrassment?"
"No, being embarrassed is just a mental state, usually manifested as blushing and heart pounding, but it's not fatal," Shen Mosheng explained very seriously.