Chen An ruthlessly removed Ning Xian'er's hand and pretended to be cold towards her. "Forget it. You ignored me when I spoke to you. If I wanted to touch you, you probably wouldn't let me. If I don't leave, why should I stay?"
"It's not like that. I didn't."
Ning Xian'er was a little anxious. She was really afraid that Chen An would leave just like that.
Chen An was still indifferent. He even imitated Wen Zhiyun's usual unreasonable tone word for word.
"If that's not the case, then what is?"
"I-I'm just a little willful…"
Ning Xian'er felt very aggrieved. This time, she really compromised and did not dare to throw a tantrum with Chen An again.
Chen An's expression softened a little. He sat back on the bed and said,
"Then why did you call me here?"
"M-make babies."
Ning Xian'er's pretty face flushed red. She suppressed her shame and said softly.
This was the most shameful thing she had ever said in her life.
