"Ugh, keep dreaming!" Ye Qingcheng glared at Wang Xiaoqiang fiercely before turning and walking out first.
"Tsk, even if you really wanted to devote yourself to me, I'd have to think about it!" Wang Xiaoqiang murmured as he watched Ye Qingcheng's alluring, swaying hips, chin in hand.
"What?..." Ye Qingcheng, with her sharp ears, heard Wang Xiaoqiang's mutter and swiftly turned around, glaring at him with her beautiful eyes. "You, you still need to think about it? With a girl like me, you still need to think about it? You, you..."
"So, you're saying that I shouldn't think about it and just take you?" Wang Xiaoqiang spread his hands with a grin.
"..." Ye Qingcheng opened her mouth but found no words. Thinking over their exchange, she realized she had fallen into his trap, her beautiful face flushing with embarrassment.
