"Did I say something wrong?" Luo Ziling hurriedly caught up, snickering as he begged Yang Qingyin for forgiveness, "Okay, don't be mad, isn't it enough that I admit my mistake? Hehe, I won't tell you that at 102 pounds, your weight is way too low for your height."
"Ah?! You annoying pest," Yang Qingyin, a bit perturbed and embarrassed, rushed forward, balled up her little fists, and started pounding Luo Ziling haphazardly while chiding, "Annoying pest, to tease me like this, I don't want to talk to you anymore."
Luo Ziling caught Yang Qingyin's little fists in one hand, and seeing her puffed-up angry look, he couldn't help but reach out and pinch her nose, "Can you not be so cute? You're going to knock me out cold."
What Luo Ziling said was true, even though Yang Qingyin was wearing a hat and big glasses on her nose, but standing close, he could still clearly see her beauty that could overthrow cities and kingdoms.
