Misunderstanding

"Fu Hua, isn't this a little inappropriate...?"

Xu Yanwu simply raised his head and glanced at Fu Hua, then prepared to lower it again. Before he could, though, he felt two strong little hands on either side of his head, holding it in place and refusing to let him lower it.

"What's inappropriate about it?"

"Look at me. Don't look anywhere else."

Fu Hua had leaned her entire body over the coffee table, one leg half-kneeling on it, both hands reaching out to cup Xu Yanwu's cheeks.

"Tell me the truth."

Fu Hua spoke seriously to Xu Yanwu. "Stop lying. You're not suited to lying."

"You... um... Fu Hua... I... well..."

The moment Xu Yanwu's gaze met Fu Hua's, his eyes began drifting away involuntarily.

His eyeballs seemed to have motors installed, darting all over the place, except toward Fu Hua right in front of him.

Occasionally, Xu Yanwu could meet Fu Hua's eyes for a second or two, but such contact lasted no more than that.

The very next moment, his gaze would shift away as if fleeing.

For quite a while, the two had not truly made eye contact at all...

As this continued, Fu Hua began to grow impatient.

Fu Hua exerted force with both hands and pulled Xu Yanwu's head toward her. Their foreheads collided just like that.

"Look at me! Xu Yanwu, what are you afraid of? Are you embarrassed?"

With her forehead pressed against his, Fu Hua said to Xu Yanwu, "Hadn't you always been impressive?"

Xu Yanwu was completely dumbfounded.

"I... I'm not..."

Xu Yanwu did not say another word after that. He even... stopped breathing.

This time, no matter where Xu Yanwu looked, all he could see in the end... was a pair of beautiful eyes.

Once, those eyes had been a