Zhong Xing didn't know how to continue.
Seeing Gu Jiajia's lips so red and lusciously tempting, his heart felt as if it was being sliced by a knife again and again.
It hurt so much, so much.
He then looked at Jing Hua, whose usually thin lips were also different from usual.
Typically rosy and bright, today they were even rosier.
If both of their lips looked like that, they must have... they must have kissed!
Zhong Xing clutched his chest in pain.
Gu Jiajia had intended to tell Zhong Xing that she and Jing Hua had enjoyed a particularly satisfying meal.
But seeing Zhong Xing's hurt expression and him clutching his chest, she approached in confusion and looked at him, "Zhong Xing, what's wrong?"
Thinking he was ill, as she finished speaking, she reached out a hand in concern, intending to support Zhong Xing.
Zhong Xing turned away abruptly, his voice low and carrying a hint of grief and anger, "I'm fine!"
Zhong Xing's reaction left Gu Jiajia stunned for a moment.
