Xu Xiangyang and Zhu Qingyue locked eyes, remaining silent for a long time.
He felt bewildered by the situation at hand, thus unable to find the words to speak for a moment. It seemed that the class president was capitalizing on this, thinking he was wavering, her bright, flower-like smile growing even more intense. She pressed her body against his while forcefully tugging at her boyfriend's arm, trying to take the opportunity to whisk him away.
As for where she intended to whisk him away to? The answer was self-evident, considering the class president's modus operandi—she definitely would have booked a hotel in advance.