Ren Chuqing was taken aback, suddenly unsure of how to respond.
If Wen Muqing really wanted to pick a fight with Xiao Yuan, then how could she protect him!
"Sister really cares about Han Chuyuan," Wen Muqing stood up, moved closer to Ren Chuqing, and caressed her cheek with his finger, "Does Sister know how pale her face looks right now?"
"Ah Qing, I..."
"If you want me to let it go, I can, and even later, I can act friendly with him. But after we go back today, I want Sister to hold me. Would you be willing?" he whispered.
"Hold you?" Confusion flashed in Ren Chuqing's eyes, and then, after about ten seconds, it dawned on her what he meant by "hold."
Suddenly, her face turned from white to red, "This... this..."
A flicker of light flashed in Wen Muqing's eyes, "Are you unwilling?"
"What are you two doing?" Han Chuyuan's voice suddenly came over.
