Sheng Qianxia only felt extremely ashamed, her face flushing as she bit her lip, "Gong Beiyao, you're doing this on purpose!"
"Yeah," he shamelessly admitted.
His firmness and her softness were subtly rubbing against each other, on the verge of ignition.
Sheng Qianxia's hands clutched tightly onto his shoulders, trying to move away from the safety hazard, her voice trembling with nervousness, "...what exactly are you trying to do."
"Agreed to help me put out the fire."
Touched by him again!!
Sheng Qianxia was going crazy!
"How is that possible!! We'll get caught, okay!"
"I'll choose the place," Gong Beiyao said in a tone that admitted no argument.
"I don't want to!"
Just then, suspicious footsteps came over—
"Sister? Who's that?" the newcomer asked.
Oh no!
It was Qingxue's voice.
Sheng Qianxia jumped with fright, hastily pushing Gong Beiyao away, but he seemed to do it on purpose, holding her even tighter.
