"Who said I like kissing you? I, I just grabbed the wrong toothbrush," Wei Anning retorted with a blushing face. She knew that when it came to teasing, she was no match for him.
Defeated by his thick-skinned tactics in just a few words.
Leng Youchen finished rinsing his mouth and looked at her nonchalantly, "You don't like kissing me? Then why were you humming and trembling when I kissed you?"
"Who, who was trembling?" Wei Anning's face turned so red it was about to emit smoke, and she would die before admitting that it was her.
Leng Youchen propped his chin in his palm, leisurely enjoying the sight of her flustered and embarrassed state, "Still saying you didn't tremble, how come you shook like that when I touched you just now?"
Wei Anning puffed her cheeks, brushing her teeth grumpily, realizing she couldn't continue talking to him or he would lead the conversation even further astray.
