Song Yunchi spoke with a light-hearted ease, as if nothing had happened just moments ago.
But Lu Meng was anything but calm; she covered her mouth with one hand, eyes wide, staring intensely at him.
"You..."
Song Yunchi feigned ignorance, "What's wrong?"
What's wrong, and he still has the audacity to ask what's wrong.
Why did he suddenly sit so close without reason?
And sitting is one thing, why lean in so close? Doesn't he know that a man and a woman should keep some distance?
Lu Meng wiped her mouth, her face turning an unnatural shade of red, stood up, and ran to sit opposite him.
She turned her head, refusing to look at him.
"Let me have some popcorn." Seeing that she didn't plan on speaking, Song Yunchi took the initiative to start a conversation.
Lu Meng looked down, glanced at the popcorn in her hand, and hugged it to her chest, "No."
"Just one piece, come on."
"Not even one piece!"
"Mengmeng, don't be so stingy."
