This problem.
Leh Ying unconsciously stopped in her tracks, wanting to hear what he could possibly say in response.
Xu Jingxi extended his hand backward to pull her by the wrist, and they entered the house together, "A young lady so pure and innocent, how could she bear my bullying?"
Then who was the one who made her impure in the car?
He turned his handsome face slightly and asked her in a low voice, "Don't you think so?" Utterly intriguing; the spirited scion of wealth exuded a vague smile in his noble features.
Comfortable, gentle.
Teasing him as if they were flirting, Leh Ying pinched his arm not too lightly nor too heavily, her cheeks blushing, "Mr. Xu, you're teasing me again."
Xu Jingxi didn't feel the pain, unresponsive, "Go ahead and pinch." He massaged Leh Ying's frail shoulder with the palm of his hand, his other hand in his pocket, "Let's go upstairs for dinner."
