"Ah, Brother Zhang Yang, don't touch me anymore, Xinxin doesn't want to dirty your hands again."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Yang felt somewhat furious.
Wang Xinxin couldn't have been gaslighted by her boyfriend, could she? The brainwashing was so thorough she really had no confidence left.
He withdrew his hand, which was already wet.
Zhang Yang held his hand in front of Wang Xinxin, "Smell it yourself, doesn't it smell good?"
Wang Xinxin's face heated up, and she wanted to turn her head away, but Zhang Yang grabbed her somewhat chubby baby-face.
The sudden dominance made Wang Xinxin's heart warm.
But before she had time to react, Zhang Yang put his hand under her nose.
"Smell it, does it really smell bad, like your boyfriend said?"
"Do you really believe in that nonsense?"
Zhang Yang was truly angered; he hadn't expected Wang Xinxin to despise herself so much.
With her cheek pinched by Zhang Yang, Wang Xinxin had no way to escape and reluctantly took a sniff.
