This tone made Beiting Huang feel a little sad and annoyed. She grabbed the soft flesh on Yan Ye's waist and said, "Tell me, are you very old? Many, many years older than me?"
Yan Ye was a little ticklish. He shrank his waist and tensed his muscles. Beiting Huang's hand slipped and he dodged it. Beiting Huang was instantly displeased. How dare this guy dodge? She reached out with both hands and groped Yan Ye's waist, wanting to grab a piece of flesh that could make him jump up with a pinch. Unfortunately, this guy was full of muscles and his abdomen was hard. She had nowhere to start.
"Huang'er, stop fooling around!"
