I pushed Meng Bao from my lap once he started fondling my boobs and nestling further in my stomach. He was shameless enough to pinch the fat on my belly!
And after I pushed him, he finally opened his eyes, blinked innocently with his beautiful blue eyes, as he was a mixed Asian-Caucasian. He stared at me and then asked, "Did I do something, Ying Jie?"
'This scoundrel dares to act so innocently!' I clenched the ice pack in my hand. I used this to compress the bruise on Meng Bao's temple. But it didn't seem like he needed it.
"Ying Jie, why is your face so red?" Meng Bao asked again.
"It seems you didn't get hurt when your head hit the wall. Do you want to try it again?"
"Aiya! I'm sorry, Ying Jie! I didn't mean to touch your—"
"MY WHAT?"
"Nothing!" Meng Bao zipped his mouth.
