Ding Lan's chest heaved in an instant, she was about to die of anger.
Was he sick?
Or was he just playing around, and the kiss just now, was really a test.
The flames in Ding Lan's eyes were about to burst; she was really about to explode with rage.
She was a fine head of cabbage that had been half-rolled by a pig, and then the pig stopped rolling, letting other pigs roll it over.
It was outrageous.
"What's the matter? You've really taken a fancy to Mu Linyun?" Seeing Ding Lan like this, Song Di couldn't help but speak, "Really?"
Ding Lan couldn't take it anymore, fire spurted from her eyes: "Get lost."
Song Di was astonished, "Why are you cussing now?"
"Get lost!" Ding Lan grew angrier and roared softly.
Song Di blinked, saying, "You aren't angry, are you? About me kissing you just now?"
