Li beixiao was a big vinegar jar [ 1 ]. When she went back, she would definitely settle the score with her.
The way he would settle the score with her would definitely be to make her suffer.
Ye qingge would not greet li beixiao. She could only smile awkwardly and pretend to pull Feng Yan away.
Chen, don't mind her. She's thin-skinned, you should know that.
Feng Yan pulled ye qingge to his chest and wrapped his arms around her slender waist. He nodded his head on her shoulder and said gently.
The intimacy level increased again ...
Ye qingge's little face blushed. She really wanted to stomp on Feng Yan's feet with her heels. He was getting more and more mischievous.
Li beixiao's chest was filled with anger. He naturally knew that Feng Yan was provoking him in addition to acting.
In the face of his provocation, li beixiao could not find the right words to fight back.
