"Narcissist, who wants to hug you anyway!"
"Then what are you doing right now?" he retorted.
Luo Xiaoqian looked down and saw his chest. She had been so focused on snatching the manuscript that she hadn't noticed how close she had gotten to his chest, and one of her hands was still damnably wrapped halfway around his waist.
With her face heating up, she hastily withdrew her arm and took two steps back.
"I don't want it anymore, okay?"
"Not okay!" Leng Zimo sat back at the piano and commanded imperiously, "Two choices: one, kiss me, or two, heat up the chicken soup in the kitchen, serve two bowls on the dining table, and let them cool down!"
"I choose the second one!" Luo Xiaoqian immediately chose the second option without hesitation.
