Xiao Yingying looked at Song Xiaodong with a stunned expression on his face, yet she had a sweet smile on her face and said, "Why that expression, huh? You don't want to?"
Song Xiaodong coughed awkwardly and said, "Well... Yingying, a girl's chest shouldn't be touched casually by someone, should it?"
"Anyway, you've already seen it, I'm not afraid of you touching it, and besides... if Brother Xiaodong touches it, I won't be angry, I'll be... I'll be very happy."
Song Xiaodong was suddenly a bit confused; this was clearly a very direct confession.
Yet, meeting Xiao Yingying's clear, water-like gaze, Song Xiaodong felt that her request seemed so natural.
"Silly girl, if I did that, wouldn't you have to marry me later?" Song Xiaodong flashed a radiant smile.
Xiao Yingying also said with a smiling face, "Marrying you would be nice, too. You saved my life; in novels, I should offer myself to you."
