Li Mingguang, tall and sturdy, was barely shaken by the punch from the petite He Xuerong, but he couldn't pretend nothing had happened. He stepped back, clutching his chest, yet moved two steps forward, bringing him closer to He Xuerong. He lowered his head, and his towering figure instantly enveloped her.
Li Mingguang wasn't foolish; even if boys have simpler minds, he roughly understood something.
If not now, then when?
"Rongrong, we grew up together. You know me the best and you surely understand my feelings for you."
After what had just happened, He Xuerong had lost her complex little schemes. She glared at Li Mingguang and said unabashedly, "Your feelings for me are up to no good, aren't they?"
Li Mingguang chuckled softly and reached out to ruffle her hair, messing it up before he finally pulled his hand back, satisfied. Just as He Xuerong was about to hit him, Li Mingguang simply grabbed both her hands.
