A round of applause filled the room.
"Holy smokes! He's getting ravished!"
"Hahaha! Quick, someone record them!"
"Old He is getting lucky today! He's killing poor singles like us!"
"…"
Jeers and boos rang out in turn and He Jiayu's fair cheeks had gone pink.
"Su Xiaomo, get off me." He managed to stay polite.
Su Xiaomo raised his delicate chin and said in a lascivious tone. "Not gonna happen! I'm making you mine! Gangnam-style!"
She rubbed herself against He Jiayu and even began to do the rodeo dance.
Blue veins popped on He Jiayu's forehead as he straightened his face and said sternly, "This is going too far!"
"Cuite, you're so naggy! Haven't you heard that life is too short, so have fun while you can?" Su Xiaomo rolled her eyes and smacked He Jiayu's butt. "Sit still! Don't make me take you by force…"
