An Yiqing's face flushed, her eyes darting around, yet inadvertently they always found their way back to Gu Yelin.
"Woe, I'm done for, I think I really have a crush..."
With both hands covering her hot and burning cheeks, An Yiqing's heart and eyes were filled with Gu Yelin's physique and the words "Life is so dull," so much that she didn't even hear Gu Yelin speaking to her.
"Tutu, what's wrong with you?"
"Tutu?"
In a daze, An Yiqing heard Gu Yelin's voice and suddenly snapped out of her reverie, lifting her head to see Gu Yelin's worried handsome face.
"Uh... nothing, nothing..." Of course, she was fine. Was she supposed to tell him outright, 'Wow, Ah Lin, you're so sexy, let me throw myself at you...?'
Whimpering... life is over, she was so sick that she had lost all her values...
Gu Yelin, of course, was not reassured by An Yiqing's abnormal behavior. He stretched out his big hand with concern to touch her forehead, which felt a bit hot.