"You, you, my legs can't close. I can't get up. You, let go of my legs. "Lin Bei felt extremely embarrassed at this moment. He could not maintain this position forever, but if Tang Ling did not let go of his legs, he really could not get up.
Tang Ling's eyes flashed. "I caused you to be unable to close your legs?"
"Of course you did," Lin Bei blurted out without even thinking. It was because Tang Ling was holding onto his legs that his legs were unable to close. If it was not Tang Ling who caused it, then who did?
Tang Ling's body tilted up slightly as he looked at Lin Bei. The corners of his lips curled into a faint smile. It was a meaningful smile.
When Lin Bei saw the smile on Tang Ling's face, he was slightly stunned. He suddenly realized that their conversation just now could easily be misunderstood.
Lin Bei stared at Tang Ling, gnashing his teeth in hatred, but he could not say a word.
