Shen Li's words had just come out of his mouth.
The next second, Shen Xingchen's face and ears turned bright red, so red you'd think they might bleed—not even an exaggeration.
Earlier, she had realized her neckline was loose and worried Shen Li might misunderstand. So she had seriously started adjusting her shoe, hoping to prove it was broken and not an excuse to bump into him on purpose.
But in the end, Shen Li saw even more.
In that moment, Shen Xingchen's face burned with heat, and she wished she could dig a hole and disappear into it.
She hadn't expected it at all, hadn't anticipated the consequences of squatting down.
With her face flushed bright red, Shen Xingchen felt not only embarrassed but also nervous. Her heartbeat sped up, and she didn't dare look Shen Li directly in the eye.
But avoiding him wouldn't solve anything—it would only make things more awkward.
So she plastered on a brave face, looked directly at Shen Li, and said, "I understand."
