Lu Ning hated herself. She was too useless.
"Yin Zhihan, don't be like this!" In her panic, she hurriedly pressed down on his large palm.
Yin Zhihan's hand was in her thin sweater. He stopped moving and withdrew his sweet mouth from hers. He kissed the tip of her nose. "What's wrong? Don't you like it too?"
How poisonous were his eyes? He had already seen through her physiological reaction.
Lu Ning was thinking, so what if he had a high IQ? This kind of thing still needed to be accumulated through actual experience. How many women had he touched to develop this skill.
"Yin Zhihan, what exactly do you want to do? How have I offended you? Treating me like this... You said that our families are family friends. Is this how you treat the daughter of a family friend?" Lu Ning asked in a trembling voice.
Yin Zhihan found it funny. "How did I treat you?"
