Ye Linlang rarely called Jiang Qiran's full name. Her face was red, she was obviously extremely embarrassed and angry.
Jiang Qiran, on the other hand, liked to see Ye Linlang acting like a little girl. The corners of his lips curled up slightly, and the teasing look in his eyes was not concealed at all.
"What if I don't put you down?"
How could this person do this?!
Ye Linlang pursed her lips. She thought of the last time when she wanted to sit on Jiang Qiran's lap in the classroom, and he had to get her down. Now that she was not willing to sit, he had to lock her in his arms!
A man's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the ocean!
It was so fickle, what did he want her to do!
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Ye Linlang glared at Jiang Qiran in a bad mood. Her mouth was slightly pouted, and on her rose-like face, there was the kind of cuteness that only young girls had.
