Chen Xi's motorcycle was heading straight toward them.
Tang Xue hastily tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, straightened her spine, and deliberately turned her gaze elsewhere—an affected air of indifference carefully arranged on her face.
But the girls around her weren't buying it. One of them nudged her forward with a teasing lilt in her voice, eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Come on, Tang Xue, Young Master Chen is obviously here for you. Hurry up and go!"
Tang Xue's cheeks flushed a shade of rose pink. With a shy giggle, she swatted the girl's arm lightly. She could feel her heart pounding as Chen Xi's sleek motorcycle drew closer, the polished chrome glinting in the sunlight. She had already rehearsed everything she'd say when he stopped to greet her—the tone she'd use, the way she'd tilt her head ever so slightly, the gentle curve of her lips.
But then, something strange happened.