The more she wanted to escape, the less Jian Tianlin allowed it. He gently poked her rosy cheek and lifted the corner of his mouth, "So the little witch can also blush. This is indeed a rare spectacle. How about we take a photo and show it to Seventeen and Azhan?"
"Jian Tianlin, you're so annoying. Get off me right now, or else I'll tell your mom you're bullying me." Unable to win against him, Maomao had no choice but to bring up Jian Qing.
"Start telling tales as soon as things don't go your way, aren't you just a childish brat?" Jian Tianlin pinched her cheek, teasing her.
"Are you getting off or not?" With her fiery temper, Maomao glared at him, her eyes blazing as she asked through gritted teeth.
"I'm not. So what are you going to do, bite me?" Jian Tianlin's brows lifted playfully.
You asked for it.
Maomao smacked her lips and, with a howl, bit down on his collarbone.
"…"
Damn.
She really did bite hard.
