"You little rascal, stop..."
Qin Yun immediately dodged.
Lin Fei lunged at nothing.
Just as Lin Fei was about to pounce on Qin Yun again, Qin Yun quickly stretched out her hand, blocking Lin Fei, and then said to him, "Stop messing around, help me carry the firewood and get the food ready!"
"Hmm..."
Lin Fei nodded his head.
On the way back to the kitchen with the firewood, Qin Yun said to Lin Fei, "Fei, you should stop focusing on me right now. You should start paying attention to other women, try to get along with other women more. Your goal should be to win over Li Xiaoyan first, got it?"
"Okay, Yun sister..."
Lin Fei nodded in agreement.
Although he said that, his gaze was extremely dishonest, constantly sweeping over Qin Yun's body, particularly fixating on the prideful firmness of her chest and her perfect derriere.
"You..."
Noticing Lin Fei's burning gaze, Qin Yun's cheeks flushed red, and she spat at him.
