Luo Yang lifted his eyelids, glancing up at Hong Jiaxin to see her lips moist and shiny, her cheeks adorned with two dazzling blushes, and a beautiful, shy smile lingering at the corners of her mouth.
"With my two sworn sisters, and you, I brought three beauties to their martial arts school, they got to see beauties for free, they should thank me. As a matter of courtesy, their instructor should come out and lend a little help, right?" Luo Yang said earnestly.
Upon hearing this, both Hong Jiaxin and Zhu Li laughed.
Luo Yang then winked at Hong Jiaxin with a sly smile.
Hong Jiaxin gave him a sideways glance, but seeing the unrestrained and sincere smile on his lips, she couldn't become annoyed.
Their eyes met, he smiled, she maintained her stern expression for a while but finally couldn't help it and a smile broke through her lips.
"Go away," she said with light annoyance.
As she spoke, she reached out to push him.
He wanted to ask her a very personal question, not suitable for Zhu Li to hear, so he leaned closer to her.
In Hong Jiaxin's view, she thought he was going to kiss her lips and quickly lowered her head, blocking him with her forehead.
He remained silent with a smile, leaned toward her ear and whispered, "Class monitor, I want to ask you about something. Please answer me honestly, okay?"
From his sly smile, she knew his question would be tricky, and she shook her head with a smile.
Hong Jiaxin demanded, "Are you going to back off or not?"
As she spoke, she reached out to pinch his ribs.
"Fine, I'll back off. But let me ask one question first. I'm going to ask, alright?" Luo Yang mustered his courage, nibbling at her ear, "Class monitor, you girls... hehe, don't twist, don't twist."
Hearing his suggestive laugh, a flush of red rushed to Hong Jiaxin's ears, her face turned serious, and she began to twist his ribs fiercely.
"Class monitor, why are you getting angry?" he asked with a pained smile.
"If you 'hehehe' in front of sister again, I'll beat you up," she said through clenched teeth, her eyes carrying a threat.
The volume of her voice was a bit high, and Zhu Li overheard.
"What are you two talking about?" Zhu Li asked curiously.
"Sister Kick, he's just being silly," Hong Jiaxin said, her face flushed.
"Silly?" Zhu Li pressed.
Previously, Luo Yang wanted to ask Hong Jiaxin in secret, not wanting Zhu Li to overhear, as such a question was quite embarrassing to articulate.
He wouldn't dare to ask if his curiosity wasn't so intense.
Seeing that Hong Jiaxin was about to tell Zhu Li, Luo Yang said with a sheepish grin, "Class monitor, I didn't say anything."
To divert Zhu Li's attention, he asked, "Sister Kick, do you know who the head of Yingyan Martial Arts School is?"
But Hong Jiaxin cut in, "Sister Kick..."
Seeing her about to spill the beans, Luo Yang laughed and said, "Class monitor, don't tell. If you dare, I'll kiss you."
However, this didn't intimidate Hong Jiaxin. She tilted her chin away from his mouth and persisted, "Sister Kick, let me tell you what he wanted to ask me, it might be..."
Zhu Li was very interested and urged, "Go on."
Answering Luo Yang's question, she said, "The head of Yingyan Martial Arts School seems to be named Qi Xiangtian, reportedly the son of the Sect Leader of Ying Zhao Yan Xing Sect."
After finishing, not hearing Hong Jiaxin speak, Zhu Li again urged, "Jiaxin, tell me."
Hong Jiaxin giggled, "Sister Kick..."
Feeling embarrassed about the sisters knowing such a question, Luo Yang implored, "Class monitor, you can't tell Sister Kick. If you dare, I'll kiss you."
Hong Jiaxin frowned, channeling her strength into her hands and pinching his ribs harder.
Waves of pain radiated from his waist, and Luo Yang gritted his teeth but felt quite content.
After all, this way, Hong Jiaxin was too preoccupied to share the secret question with Zhu Li.
"Class monitor, have mercy," he pleaded.
"I just want to say it, what's it to you?" she retorted, twisting him another time before stopping.
The more Luo Yang objected, the more Zhu Li wanted to know what the question was.
"Jiaxin, tell me, what did he ask you?" Zhu Li said with a smile.
If Zhu Li hadn't asked, Hong Jiaxin might have been concerned about Luo Yang's threat to kiss her and wouldn't have continued speaking.
But upon being asked, and also annoyed by Luo Yang's threat to kiss her, she was ready to fight back.
While glaring at him with resentment, she answered, "Sister Kick, he probably asked me..."
Before she could finish, Luo Yang covered her mouth with his hand.
Hong Jiaxin struggled fiercely.