Ningchun was so angry that her pretty face turned bright red as she tried vigorously to pull her hand back, but Wang Xiaoshuai's grip was like a pair of iron pliers, immovable.
Out of anger, she glared fiercely at Wang Xiaoshuai and turned with a pleading look towards Xia Liqing.
Wang Xiaoshuai paid her no mind; holding onto her delicate hand, he kissed it again and said with a mischievous smile, "Alright, Little Ningchun, stop thinking about seeking rescue from my wife."
"She already told me, 'If you fancy someone, put your heart into it and pursue them boldly.'"
"Since I fancy you, then I'm determined to find a way to win you over today, believe it or not?"
"If you don't believe it, let's give it a try."
Having said that, he also threw a glance at Xia Liqing.
