"Why didn't I know before that you have such strength... Who are you trying to strangle?"
Zhou Wang let go of Ding Yi, got up, and lifted his shirt to take a look. A small bruise was clearly visible on his waist.
"Bah, who's strong?"
Ding Yi hurriedly tugged at her skirt to cover the noticeable red marks on her pale, long legs, feeling a bit embarrassed as she sat up and turned to reach into the back of her blouse to fasten the button Zhou Wang had just undone.
Zhou Wang looked at her steadily, waiting for her to tidy up her outfit before sighing, "I always thought you wouldn't feel shy... I remember during the opening ceremony, you spoke on behalf of the freshmen at the auditorium in front of thousands, always confident and composed."
"That's because you never did anything to make me feel shy."
Ding Yi muttered softly, noticing Zhou Wang's eyes showing signs of brightening again. She quickly shrank to the other end of the sofa with caution.
