Ye Beisheng's heart was pounding. She suddenly understood what the internet was saying.
Why was it that women who were pampered by others would easily become mischievous?
For example, she could not help but push her luck now.
"Do you really think that my weight is just right? But the girl with a good figure has a waist that's two centimeters thinner than mine."
Huo Xiting chuckled and thought that she was acting cute. "I don't think so. You're just right. Others should be jealous of you."
Ye Beisheng's heart was beating even faster. She was about to faint from the flirting.
She pressed her chest, her face gradually turning red.
If Huo Xiting continued to flirt like this, she would fall for him.
