Liang Zixuan said indifferently, "It's fine. Just treat it like a dog bite."
This little girl didn't take herself seriously.
The more persistent she was, the more Han Yuanjun felt sorry for her.
He looked at her. He didn't know why he was so concerned about her. He usually resented women who took the initiative to throw themselves at him. At this point, however, he desperately hoped that Liang Zixuan could pretend to be wronged and jumped into his arms to ask for comfort.
However, she didn't.
Han Yuanjun gritted his teeth in anger for an inexplicable reason. "Don't you think my shoulders are wide?"
Liang Zixuan froze for a moment. She subconsciously looked at his shoulder. She didn't know why he suddenly asked such a question.
She was about to answer when he asked, "Is it not enough for you?"
"Puff ..." Liang Zixuan almost vomited out blood as her face flushed.
Han Yuanjun, what did you mean by that?
Could it be that he felt wrong that she didn't want to lean on him?
