Pouting, Jiang Xueli lightly pounded on Lin Zhengran's stomach with her little fists.
But the gesture was clearly just her being coy, not a real punch. She wouldn't have the heart—or the strength—to actually hit him.
Seeing her honest admission, Lin Zhengran stopped teasing her as he continued to dry her hair.
The only sound in the room was the hum of the hair dryer, making the atmosphere feel even more awkward.
However, now that Lin Zhengran had stopped talking and teasing, she seemed to be the one who wasn't happy. With her eyes fixed on his abs, the girl took the initiative. "Zhengran... why aren't you talking?"
"Didn't you tell me to stop teasing you? So now I'm not talking. Is that a problem, too?"
Jiang Xueli bit her lip. "I told you not to tease me, not to stop talking altogether. When you're quiet, the atmosphere suddenly feels so awkward..."
