"Can't I?" Yang Qingyin looked at Luo Ziling with a coquettish hum, "If I can't, just remind me."
"Alright," Luo Ziling agreed with a laugh after replying and then flashed a sly smile, "Shouldn't we leave some sort of mark to claim ownership? How about you leave a mark on me? Or should I leave a mark on you?"
Seeing Luo Ziling's lecherous smile, Yang Qingyin couldn't help but blush, pinched him, and said annoyedly, "You're never serious."
Luo Ziling caught Yang Qingyin's arm and laughed, "Senior, have you decided yet? When shall we go travel to the South?"
Yang Qingyin took Luo Ziling's hand in a reverse grip and whispered, "We'll leave next weekend and come back after ten days. How does that sound?"
"Great," Luo Ziling readily agreed, "Then I'll arrange the itinerary. I'll book the rooms and tickets."
