"You're Xuanxuan?" Song Xiaodong's mouth was less than ten centimeters from Miao Qingqing's face as he squinted and asked.
Miao Qingqing wanted to turn her head away, but she immediately felt that by doing so, she would practically be delivering her mouth to Song Xiaodong's lips, so she quickly said, "Yes, yes, I absolutely am Miao Xuanxuan."
"I don't believe that for a second," Song Xiaodong said, moving his mouth a bit closer.
This was indeed Miao Xuanxuan, her arms already pinned by Song Xiaodong, with her legs also trapped. At this moment, the only thing she could move was her head, but she didn't dare to move it recklessly, and said anxiously, "I really am Xuanxuan, Brother Dongzi, I was wrong, I was wrong, I shouldn't have pretended to be Miao Qingqing to deceive you, please let me go."
