Ye Cong closed the door. Xin Ya was still holding the knife and looking at the person at the door.
Ye Cong turned around and walked over. "Holding a knife in your hand is not as powerful as the other person's stance. You really are a little bean sprout."
Xin Ya waved the knife in her hand and thought she was aiming at Ye Cong fiercely. How was she a little bean sprout.
Ye Cong went over and hugged her, holding the knife in his other hand. "At a time like this, as your girlfriend, shouldn't you be angry and ask who that woman is?"
Instead of feigning hatred and trying to scare him.
Xin Ya paused for a moment, slightly pursing her lips, as if she had been searching for the right words to say.
Although ye Cong was now her boyfriend, she always felt that it was unrealistic.
Or perhaps, she was used to being enslaved by Ye Cong, so she always forgot to resist.
