Wei Anning knelt by his legs and pinched with gusto, the muscles on Leng Youchen's legs stiff and taut. After a while, her fingers started to ache from the pinching, and she complained with a pained expression, "My fingers are so sore."
What was an utterly normal remark immediately took a crooked turn in Leng Youchen's mind. Propping himself up with his hands on the floor, his Adam's apple bobbed, "Oh, really?"
The languid and seductive tone seemed to tempt an innocent girl.
Wei Anning, having been fooled a few times before, did not play the naive sweet girl this time and ask him where. She knew all too well that nothing good ever came from his mouth. She rubbed her fingertips and kicked his shin with her foot, "Are you going to get up or not?"
Leng Youchen glanced at her sideways, his dark eyes deep and mysterious, the Little Demon had become smart and didn't pick up on his words. His head was filled with fanciful thoughts that he couldn't vent, and it was driving him insane.
