Li Zhi's body stiffened slightly, startled by his sudden proximity, the warmth of his breath, and his even more audacious request for a hug. She turned her head to glare at him fiercely.
"Shen! Yuan! Get away from me! I'll kill you if you spout any more nonsense!"
As she spoke, she reached into Shen Yuan's winter coat, preparing to pinch him again.
"Don't, don't, don't! I was wrong, I was wrong!"
Shen Yuan quickly raised his hands in surrender.
Only then did Li Zhi withdraw her threatening hand, but her gaze suddenly swept toward Ah Jie and the others, who were still snickering behind them.
The girl's face was taut, the lingering traces of embarrassed anger still in her eyes. Her clear eyes glared at each of them in turn, like she was flinging little daggers of ice.
Ah Jie instantly shrank back, exchanging a knowing glance with Yang Ze. He tried desperately to press his lips into a straight line, but the corners of his mouth kept twitching.
