Song Xiaodong lightly tapped Xiao Yingying's head and said, "What on earth is this little girl thinking in that head of yours?"
"I just say whatever I think," Xiao Yingying gently twisted her slim waist, naturally causing friction against Song Xiaodong's chest a couple of times, which was a bit too much for him to handle.
Song Xiaodong, somewhat speechlessly, said, "You've really been corrupted by all those messy novels. Have you been reading that 'Fishman II's book again—the one with the fat guy?"
"Hehe, yes, he's now writing 'The President's School Beauty Clings to Me,' and it's really good! I want to cling to you just like the heroine in that book," Xiao Yingying playfully blinked at Song Xiaodong.
"Don't read it. Everything that fat guy writes is no good. If I get the chance, I am definitely going to beat him up for writing such nonsense all the time."
