Wang Xiaoqiang chuckled, hooking Lin Xianshu's delicate chin, and said, "I was just joking with you, I didn't expect you to take it seriously..."
"Ah... you, you knew everything, you, you played me..." Lin Xianshu said, fuming with anger. The thought that Wang Xiaoqiang understood everything, while she had earnestly explained "that time of the month" to him, filled her with intense embarrassment and annoyance. Clenching her fists, she started pounding on Wang Xiaoqiang's chest like she was beating a drum.
The next day.
