"I'll listen to you."
Seeing Shen Yutong's obedient demeanor, Zhou Wang chuckled to himself.
He thought for a moment, then lazily leaned back, "Hmm, speaking of which, even though I know you're an art student, I don't think I've ever seen your talents. How about giving me a little show?"
Shen Yutong considered this briefly and didn't hesitate. She gazed at the night sky and began to sing:
"I've felt the evening breeze you've felt, so does that mean we're embracing..."
Shen Yutong's impromptu singing was surprisingly pleasant, leaving Zhou Wang a bit surprised.
As she sang, Shen Yutong shifted her gaze to him, her eyes like whirlpools which made Zhou Wang a little overwhelmed.
"Ahem, just singing?"
Zhou Wang pressed his luck.
Shen Yutong seemed to understand what Zhou Wang wanted to see. Her cheeks turned red, and she stopped singing. After a moment, she bit her lip and stood up.
Rip!
In the gentle breeze, the zipper of her tracksuit made a clear sound.
