"Lin Yuan!" Xia Zheng's eyeballs almost popped out of his head, what with all that talk about rubbing her chest and tummy—she really dared to say it!
Lin Yuan gave him a cool glance and huffed, "Don't you shout at me. I'm just thinking about it; whether I'll do it or not still depends on you."
Xia Zheng was left speechless, his clenched fist slowly retracting into his sleeve as he fiercely glared at Ma Junying. Upon seeing someone's almost shattered smile, Xia Zheng finally let out a breath of malice and triumphantly raised his eyebrows.
