Seeing Yang Qingyin's face turn red and her swift move to shake his hand off, Luo Ziling hurried to explain, "I didn't mean that, I just wanted to treat you properly without being disturbed. I really didn't have any other intentions, please don't misunderstand."
Seeing Luo Ziling embarrassed with a flushed face, Yang Qingyin suddenly burst into laughter, "I didn't say anything about you. Why are you so anxious?"
"Then let's think of another place," Luo Ziling said with a red face, genuinely afraid that Yang Qingyin would misunderstand his intentions.
"Let's go then," Yang Qingyin stood up generously, "Last time we went to Bashang Grassland, you massaged me in the room, and after your massage, I slept very well."
"Do you really want to go?" Luo Ziling stood up, somewhat doubtful, "Aren't you afraid that I might..."
"Afraid of what?" Yang Qingyin tilted her head and looked at Luo Ziling.
Luo Ziling didn't know what to say.
"Let's go," Yang Qingyin took Luo Ziling's hand.
