"Legs getting weak?"
Ye Mu Fan's eye twitched at the corners, and then his gaze deepened as he slowly moved his eyes down from her face, landing directly between her legs, his handsome face breaking into a deeper and deeper smile, "I seem to have done nothing, so why are your legs getting weak?"
Su Li: "..."
"This has nothing to do with you, it's my own fault, I wasn't standing firm!"
The more she said, the redder Su Li's face became, until it was so red it seemed as if it could drip water, "I'm fine now..."
"How could it have nothing to do with me? If it weren't for my handsomeness making your legs weak, how could you have failed to stand firm?"
Ye Mu Fan looked down with an increasingly devilish smirk at the woman he had lifted onto the swing, "Sorry, I shouldn't be this handsome!"
Su Li: "..."
That narcissistic and arrogant Ye Mu Fan was back, too familiar!
"You... I..."
"What exactly happened?"
