Bo Fengheng's breath deepened as he held down the mischievous little hand and said with a furrowed brow and all seriousness, "It wasn't me."
However, as soon as the words left his mouth, he remembered what Si Chen, that dead jerk, had said before leaving, "I've added a little something for you, enjoy."
Damn it, he cursed quietly. Coming back to his senses, he saw the woman with her provocative, sexually charged little face, lamenting with injustice and defiance, "If it wasn't you, then who else, you... beast..." The last two words came out with an adorable bite.
Mu Yin bit her lip fiercely, her radiant little face crumpled up, unable to believe that voice was hers, feeling absolutely furious.
She hadn't expected him to be so despicably shameless and low, to the point of setting a trap to coerce her into showing up, even resorting to such base methods.
She wished she could curse all his ancestors for eighteen generations.
