Ye Long looked at Leng Feifei's delicate neck and couldn't help but swallow his saliva. Was it necessary to be so tempting?
Then, Ye Long pointed at Leng Feifei and said, "Jinghua, don't come any closer, or I'm going to start throwing punches!"
Of course, the 'throwing punches' Ye Long referred to had a different implication!
Ye Long's hands were incredibly itchy, shaking and trembling so much that he became dizzy and disoriented!
If she kept trembling like that, Ye Long was going to get a nosebleed!
"Die, Slick! Go ahead and try, I don't believe in this nonsense!" Leng Feifei wasn't afraid of Ye Long's threat at all. Furious, she shouted and charged at him again.
"Damn... True to being a feisty Jinghua, so violent!" Ye Long said, wincing, as he watched Leng Feifei's Pink Fist coming at him. He grinned, then swiftly stepped forward and grabbed her wrist.
