Don't push your luck.
Wen Xian leaned on his shoulder, fell silent for a moment, and her delicate fingers restlessly touched his earlobes, sending tingles up his scalp. Just as Lu Xiao was about to scold her, he heard her whisper:
"No, Lu Xiao, it's me who wants to push my luck."
Lu Xiao: "…"
He suddenly stopped walking, his back to her, took a deep breath, and when he spoke again, he slightly turned his head and said, "I was thinking about throwing you down, see if that's possible?"
Wen Xian: "…"
Lu Xiao said sternly, "If you don't want to be thrown down, behave and hold tight."
Wen Xian climbed up a bit and clung tighter to his shoulder. Lu Xiao thought she had actually listened, but then, a second later, she teased, "Captain, do you believe that at other times, I can hold even tighter?"
That...!
