Your Cuteness Makes My Heart Race

Zhao Chuchu's face turned red and her heart raced when she saw Xie Heng looking at her with so much affection.

"What's the matter? Is there something on my face?"

"Yes."

"Then, can you help me remove it?"

"Alright."

After saying it, Xie Heng bent down and kissed her on the cheek.

"Your cuteness makes my heart race."

Zhao Chuchu was speechless.

Xie Heng was, in fact, flirting with her!

She had just realized it when Xie Heng kissed her again on the other cheek.

"I cannot be biased," he said.

Zhao Chuchu felt as though her face was about to bleed.

Frankly speaking, it wasn't that she didn't have any experience with flirting or flirtatious men. Even when the world was about to end, she had many pursuers. She had heard those words so often that she was already immune to them.

However, when they were uttered by Xie Heng, the meaning was completely different.

Her heart beat faster, and she liked it.