Wu Xiaoshan, having sniffed out the scent of conspiracy, was not about to let Cui Xin'ai succeed so easily.
He intended to outright refuse her with righteous indignation.
"Oppa!"
Before he could say a word, Cui Xin'ai called out to him directly.
And she used her mother tongue to do it, just like the beauties in Stick Country's TV dramas.
With just that, Wu Xiaoshan's bones almost turned to mush.
Although he enjoyed it, it was still a bit embarrassing.
Wu Xiaoshan immediately pushed her away, laughing as he said, "Beauty Cui, I don't think this is appropriate, after all, you are much older than me."
Cui Xin'ai faced the hand Wu Xiaoshan extended to push her away, lifted her head and then pressed her face against his hand.
What was meant to be a push turned into a caress of her face.
Now that was even more awkward.
