Zhou Sheng restrained his impatience, "What are you talking about?"
Song Meiling gazed at his clean, handsome face, and shyly smiled, "Brother Zhou, I really appreciate you personally treating my face these past few days. So, to express my gratitude, can I invite you to dinner?"
She thought to herself, she had made her intentions clear about wanting to have dinner with him, didn't he understand what she meant?
Besides, this was the first time she had proactively asked a guy out for dinner. If it weren't for him being deeply infatuated with her but too shy to express it, she wouldn't have been so forward. Moreover, she didn't dislike him entirely.
Song Meiling was confident that Zhou Sheng would surely agree; just because he liked her, he wouldn't refuse her invitation.
Zhou Sheng politely declined, "No need, Miss Song, you've already given so much, I wouldn't feel comfortable letting you treat me to a meal."
