"You're so cheesy!"
Wu Mengting laughed uncontrollably, straightening her body again.
Chen Feng said innocently, "You see, I told you it's cheesy. You didn't believe me."
Suppressing her laughter, Wu Mengting shook her head, "I said it wasn't cheesy. But what you just said was really cheesy."
"Then should I say it again in our hometown dialect?" Chen Feng said, about to feign a deep emotion again.
Wu Mengting quickly hugged him, pleading, "No, no, no! If it's already this cheesy in Mandarin, I can't handle it in the dialect. It's my fault, I shouldn't have said that."
Truth be told, Chen Feng also found it a bit cheesy and, pretending to be magnanimous, said, "Good to know you realize your mistake. Don't say such cheesy things to me in the future, it gives me goosebumps."
"You really don't know how to romance," Wu Mengting said with a glance at Chen Feng, yet the corners of her mouth still bore a sweet smile.
