"What are you trying to do now?" Ye Feng was getting impatient. Would this guy ever stop? Could it be that he would keep pestering him just because he lost?
"Watch it, I could sue you for interfering with my girl chasing. That's a crime, you know."
"Pfft!" Wang Jia hadn't reacted yet, but Chen Ling had already been amused by Ye Feng. It was just like him to say nothing decent, speaking about hitting on girls as if it were perfectly natural. This guy was truly an oddball.
'Wait, hitting on girls? He's trying to hit on me, dammit, I'm the "girl" he's talking about.' After laughing for a bit, Chen Ling quickly realized something was off and promptly applied her Deadly Soul-Grabbing Pinch to Ye Feng's waist.
"Ahh!"
Ye Feng, with his waist pinched, let out a heart-wrenching scream. "Wife, go easy, I know I'm wrong, I won't dare to do it again."
Ye Feng had no choice and even questioned whether his waist would still belong to him if he didn't apologize to Chen Ling right away.
