"Aiyo..." Chen Hao, lost in thought, suddenly felt a pair of hands at his waistband and immediately opened his eyes in fright, "Big sister, what are you doing?"
Song Yuxin's eyes, slightly misty, looked hazily at Chen Hao, her skin so tender and pink it seemed almost about to drip with water.
When a top-tier stunning beauty shows such a look, any normal man would probably find it hard to resist.
Chen Hao was, after all, a normal man.
Especially since it was the girl who took the initiative.
But at the last moment, Chen Hao, having regained his composure in time, firmly grabbed her hand, preventing her from succeeding.
"I, I... I'm not convenient today..." Chen Hao said, swallowing his saliva.
Song Yuxin totally ignored what Chen Hao said and continued doing what she intended to do.
Chen Hao's mind was also a bit sluggish, filled with the routines of the Dual Cultivation Technique and the image of Song Yuxin before his eyes.
