Han Yuting's pretty face was faintly red, and her heart was quite speechless.
"This guy actually said he couldn't touch my chest, isn't that too hooligan?"
"I can't believe you're such a pervert, hmph!"
Chen Nan wore an innocent expression, "Where am I a pervert? A gentleman like me is second to none in this world, yet you're calling me a pervert? Girl, is it really okay for you to speak against your conscience like this?"
"You have the nerve to call yourself a gentleman," Han Yuting rolled her eyes. "Would a gentleman say something like that?"
Chen Nan scratched his head, "What did I say?"
"You said... said..."
Han Yuting was so ashamed that she gritted her teeth with some annoyance, "You said you couldn't touch my chest, is that what a gentleman does? Big bad guy!"
"I really can't touch it, though!" Chen Nan had an innocent look, "Am I not telling the truth?"
"You, you, you!"
