Noticing that Hu Xiaobei was dragging her straight towards the nearby vegetable patch, Song Yaling realized what he was thinking. Biting her lower lip, she shyly spoke up, "You little bastard, where are you taking me, isn't the house that way?"
Hearing Song Yaling's shy inquiry, Hu Xiaobei quickly said, "Sister, let's leave the house for later, we have some serious business to attend to first!"
"You big bastard, I'm not feeling well."
"Heh heh, sister, have you forgotten? I am a doctor, you can't fool me. Besides, even if you're not feeling well, surely you don't have mouth ulcers, do you?"
"You... you little bastard, what mouth ulcers? I don't understand what you're talking about!"
"Heh heh, sister, you'll understand soon enough!"
With such a smug smile, Hu Xiaobei dragged Song Yaling towards the waist-high eggplant patch...
Continuing to be pulled forward as she ran, Song Yaling gently struggled a couple of times but soon gave up...
