Ye Cong carried Xin YA and stood up. He used the facts to illustrate one thing. He really liked the way Xin ya acted coquettishly to him.
However, carrying the girl he liked was also a test. Ye Cong put her back on the bed, but he did not leave immediately. Instead, he bent down slightly and looked at Xin Ya. "I thought you would still be afraid of me like before. This is good."
Xin Ya lay on the bed, her hands by her side. She subconsciously tightened her grip. After all, if she moved too close, it would make people feel -- shy.
Xin Ya was originally still afraid, but at this moment, she also pretended to be calm. She said in a serious manner, "When you are in love, you have to look like you are in love."
Ye Cong burst out laughing. It was really the kind of smile that had a smile between his brows.
