Yu Jingrong glared at him, "You're cursing at me."
Then she straightened her whole body and suddenly pounced on Li Chengyun!
Li Chengyun didn't react in time, and her entire body was pressing down on him, her arms wrapped tightly around him, but it felt wonderful. Even though it was almost suffocating, he parted his thin lips indifferently and whispered, "Loosen up a bit, that is, if you don't want to strangle me to death."
Yu Jingrong's delicate eyebrows furrowed, not only did she not loosen her grip, she tightened her hold on his neck, "Who cursed at me in the first place."
But after saying that, she still relaxed her hands.
Li Chengyun still had a slight smile on his face, and he murmured lowly, "How am I cursing at you again?"
Yu Jingrong accused, "It is cursing! Saying I play well, that's the same as cursing at me, show-off!"
With a calm face like still water, Li Chengyun raised an eyebrow, "Show-off? So are you showy?"
Yu Jingrong, "Not as much as you are!"
