Zhang Xiaoshan was startled and quickly dodged.
Xu Xiaomeng pounced on the bed and grasped at empty air.
"Brother Zhang, do, do you despise me?"
Xu Xiaomeng turned around, her face blushed with embarrassment as she looked at Zhang Xiaoshan.
Zhang Xiaoshan said awkwardly.
"Not at all, Little Meng, I didn't mean that, I mean, I'm not helping you with any ulterior motives, I just feel like we get along, and you doing this puts me in a difficult position."
"You, you do despise me."
"I, I don't."
"Then why won't you accept me."
"I, I'm already an adult, I can."
Xu Xiaomeng gathered her courage and hugged Zhang Xiaoshan.
Zhang Xiaoshan was cornered and so scared that he threw up his hands.
Not daring to reciprocate Xu Xiaomeng's gesture.
Compared with other women, Xu Xiaomeng had some unique aspects.
She lacked love, lacked care.