Yang Fan grabbed the pillow and ran to the door, stopping his steps, "You were chubby as a kid, and you're not much better looking now..."
Bang!
Murong Yan, clutching the pillow, threw it out again, but Yang Fan was long gone.
"Jerk!" Murong Yan griped, holding the quilt, shaking her head, clinging tightly to it and shouting.
Yang Fan returned to his room, sighed helplessly, damn, this girl is too fiery, I did such a big thing and didn't even get a little reward, really.
Thinking of this, Yang Fan smirked deviously, I didn't really mean to do anything, of course I won't take advantage when someone's down, but a little kiss, a little touch should be fine...
Yang Fan lay on the bed, yawned tiredly, and fell asleep, dreaming a beautiful dream. In a huge room on a huge bed, he and Murong Yan lay together, gazing at that alluring look in her eyes, her incomparable figure. Yang Fan pounced like a hungry tiger...
