Seeing how much he liked her cooking, she finally let out a breath of relief, and at the same time, a faint sense of accomplishment quietly rose in her heart.
When they were almost done eating, Zhang Jingdong said casually, "Oh right, just now I saw a black sports bra on your bed, and it suddenly reminded me of how weird it felt when I carried you up and down the mountain before. Were you not wearing it then?"
Tong Xin clearly hadn't expected Zhang Jingdong to suddenly bring this up. She was instantly both shy and annoyed. "You… how is that polite? How can you even ask me that?"
Zhang Jingdong shrugged. "I'm just curious, that's all. If you don't want to answer, forget it. Just pretend I never brought it up."
Tong Xin shot him a murderous sideways glare, but then suddenly thought of something, and said, "...You… you're not allowed to let your mind run wild!"
