She seemed to have forgotten all about it. She could only hold onto the corner of his shirt and refused to let go.
Rong Zhan finally moved.
However, he reached out and pulled her hand away from the corner of her shirt.
Sang Xia's eyes flashed with a hint of trembling. He pulled it away, and she quickly pulled it back.
He pulled it away again, and she pulled on it again.
The cycle repeated. Rong Zhan, who had his head lowered, finally asked, " is there any meaning to it? "
Sang Xia's body stiffened. Looking at Rong Zhan's long, elegant, yet slightly cold eyes, she was about to cry.
Rong Zhan suddenly raised his hand and pinched her cheek. I say, why don't you explain to me, persuade me, and coax me? what's the point of you just tugging at my clothes? "
Sang Xia,"hehe."
Rong Zhan saw her tears falling and cursed under his breath. He carried her up in his arms. what should I do? I really can't do anything to you!
