Ji Chengzhou's thin lips curved slightly, but he quickly pressed them flat again and said in a light voice, "If it's what you want, why should I cooperate?"
Sang Qian, "..." That sounds quite logical.
But was it necessary to be so clear-cut at a time like this?
Sang Qian's feet had begun to ache, and she thought about giving up. She moved back, but before her heel could touch the ground, her waist suddenly tightened, and the next second a force pulled her up, and before she realized it, she stood between Ji Chengzhou's legs.
Their bodies pressed tightly together.
It should be said that he was hugging her tightly, standing on the curbstone.
She looked at him in surprise.
"Retreating after a setback, who was it that said they would become more courageous?"
Sang Qian, "..."
After a moment of silence, Sang Qian softly and sheepishly argued, "My feet are sore, I want to rest a little before trying again."
Ji Chengzhou's gaze fell on Sang Qian's red lips, "Do you still want to?"
