All along, Mi Jing always considered herself as someone with thick skin, but in the presence of Shen Lingxing, shyness that she'd normally never have would always pop up from time to time, making her blush, her heart race, and even her limbs not knowing where to place themselves.
"Do you have something to say to me?" Mi Jing, feeling anxious and flustered under Shen Lingxing's gaze, scalp tingling, couldn't hold it in any longer after a while and finally gathered the courage to look him in the eye and ask.
"Did you have something really rich at lunch?"
"I… I just had the usual rich food." Mi Jing answered vaguely, completely not expecting that Shen Lingxing, looking at her so seriously, was just trying to figure out what she had for lunch. Surprised, Mi Jing was also a bit at a loss because she had lied. Although it was a white lie, she didn't want Shen Lingxing to see through it.
But how could someone as intelligent as Shen Lingxing be fooled by Mi Jing's wit?
