If anyone had designs on you, it would be Xu Zhi, not me.
Xu Zhi looked awkward. He licked his lips as if the taste wasn't half-bad—in fact, it felt pretty nice. As for Wang Shuai, his eyes went wide, feeling like he had been caught in the crossfire. Damn it, if I don't find a girlfriend soon, I'm going to be a total clown, unable to hold my head high.
With a flushed face, Bai Weixi sat down beside Wang Yuchen and softly comforted her, "Yuchen, don't be mad. It's your turn to sing. Xu Zhi isn't that bad. You've hit him and scolded him, so just let him give you a proper confession and apology next time."
Xu Zhi gave Bai Weixi a grateful look and quickly seized the opportunity, taking the initiative to grab Wang Yuchen's hand. Wang Yuchen struggled for a moment but couldn't break free, so she let Xu Zhi hold it.
