Cen Ye, however, placed the score aside. As he was already standing by her side, he lowered his head and suddenly came very close, his breath spraying on her cheek, "I won't read it, you sing and play it for me."
Xu Xunsheng didn't make a sound.
"If you don't sing, I'll..." His voice paused, "I don't even know what I'll do."
It was unclear whether it was the disturbance of his mischievously deep voice right in her ear that made her so frustrated; or because this song was originally inspired by him that Xu Xunsheng uncharacteristically took on a touch of defiance. She didn't look at him, picked up the music score, walked to the instrument, and took up a guitar. Cen Ye whistled in surprise.