Tang Xiaobao whispered, "It's me, Tingting, open the door."

"Brother Tang, are you okay?"

Li Tingting relaxed, but was still a little nervous.

Tang Xiaobao smiled bitterly.

It's so late, and knocking on the door secretly seems to be likely to cause misunderstanding.

It's normal for people to be a little cautious.

So, Tang Xiaobao said, "Oh, there's something I want to talk to you about. Since it's not convenient, let's talk about it tomorrow."

He turned around and was about to leave, but Li Tingting's door opened.

Li Tingting's eyes were a little evasive. She looked around and then said softly, "Brother Tang, if you have anything to say, please come in and tell me."

Tang Xiaobao hesitated for a moment and walked in.

After closing the door gently, Li Tingting turned around and poured a glass of water for Tang Xiaobao. Her forehead was sweating and her eyes were a little evasive.

Obviously, she was worried.

Her face flushed slightly and her eyes struggled.

In her opinion, Tang Xiaobao's late-night visit was likely to have some bad intentions.

She was very resistant to this, but she was a little hesitant in front of her fans.

What should I do if he wants to do something to me?

Reject or accept?

Does he really like me?

Is this just a casual affair?

…

She thinks a lot.

At this moment, her mood was particularly complicated.

Tang Xiaobao had no such idea at all. He looked at Li Tingting, coughed, and asked, "What's wrong with you? Why are you so flustered? Your face is so red, don't you have a cold? Don't you have a fever?"

As he spoke, Tang Xiaobao subconsciously reached out and touched Li Tingting's forehead.

"I don't have a fever."

Li Tingting shuddered with fear, dodged quickly, and shook her head, but still did not dare to look into Tang Xiaobao's eyes.