"Luo Ziling, what should I do?" After taking the initiative to kiss Luo Ziling, Yang Qingyin leaned into his arms and murmured.
"It's all in our hands, don't be afraid of anything," Luo Ziling patted Yang Qingyin's shoulder, comforting in a soft voice.
"If one day we broke up, which girl would you choose to date next? Ouyang Feifei? Ouyang Huihui? Chen Xiaoyi? Luo Yuqing? Or maybe Fang Qianqian, Chen Xiaoxiao?" Yang Qingyin said, lifting her head, "I think any one of them would be very happy if we were no longer together."
Luo Ziling couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time, reaching out to flick Yang Qingyin's nose: "What are you talking about!"
"So many beauties are eying you, doing everything they can to get your attention, to be your girlfriend, or to be your wife, it must feel very insecure!"
"Isn't it just as insecure to be the boyfriend or husband of such an outstanding beauty like you?" Luo Ziling retorted.
