Li Qing had never thought of letting Wu Xingxing ride on his neck; he intended to let Wu Xingxing climb on his back.
But Wu Xingxing's shy suggestion actually reminded Li Qing of the possibility.
"It's okay, what's the big deal? Hurry up, it's the last performance today. If you miss this one, you'll have to wait for the next opportunity," Li Qing urged.
Wu Xingxing's face, pink beneath its whiteness, was a tangled mix of shyness and hesitation.
"Stop thinking about it, what does riding my neck amount to?" Li Qing pressed.
"But..." Wu Xingxing gently pursed her lips, her gaze flickering with reluctance to meet Li Qing's eyes.
Seeing Wu Xingxing like this, Li Qing simply squatted down and said, "Come on."
Clearly, Wu Xingxing was worried about Li Qing touching that place.
After much hesitation, Wu Xingxing, holding down her skirt, finally mustered the courage to mount Li Qing's neck.
