Xia Ling exhaled with a fragrant breath, her words tinged with a playful naivety.
Long Chen looked at her, a bit excited.
"I suspect you're implying something, but I have no evidence,"
Long Chen teased.
Xia Ling rolled her eyes at Long Chen, "Is this what you call implying? I think it can't even be called implying, but an explicit hint."
"Really? Well, some other time then, I have things to do, I must be off."
Long Chen planned to make a quick exit.
Xia Ling anxiously grabbed onto Long Chen, pleading pitifully, "You want to run away again, can't you just not go? The Nangong Family and the Yang Family are both eyeing us like tigers, who knows when they might attack, can you bear to leave me alone to face this storm?"
"I am the storm here, are you willing to face my storm?"
"If it's your storm, then I gladly accept,"
Xia Ling blinked her alluring eyes.
