Yang Hui sat in the room, feeling increasingly nervous.
Her complexion kept changing.
From nervousness to a blush, and then to unease.
She once thought her heart had died.
She believed she would never have any new emotions.
But ever since she met Chu Mo, her heart was no longer calm.
It was like a smooth lake, after a stone is thrown in, ripples endlessly form.
Her face, just like a ripe watermelon, was very red.
It was that inexplicable kind, that heart-fluttering kind.
Suddenly, she had an idea, that was, to do her utmost to please Chu Mo.
As soon as this thought appeared, Yang Hui clenched her teeth fiercely.
She was really being too wanton! How could she have such a thought!
Would Chu Mo think she was... Ah!
But, her heart was really conflicted.
This man appeared suddenly, so perhaps, he might disappear in a blink of an eye.
Would they interact again in the future?
She couldn't guess, nor did she dare to.