Who would've thought that Di Yimo, who didn't even look that old, would actually be this hard as a rock, and strong too—she almost couldn't push him at all.
Not only did he not budge, Di Yimo even grabbed her hand directly, a cold, stunning smile curling at his lips as he asked, "So eager to throw yourself into my arms, huh?"
Nangong Xiao's eyes widened. Damn!
"Throw yourself at your ass!" Nangong Xiao's face flushed bright red as she yanked her hand out of Di Yimo's grip, threatening, "Di Yimo, I'm warning you, I am not someone you can flirt with. I already said, that stuff from before was just childish nonsense. Whether you took it seriously or not, it was a joke. I don't acknowledge it! If you keep this up I'll tell your mommy!"
"A joke?" Di Yimo raised his eyebrows, a chill seeping through his cold, handsome face as he spoke, clearly displeased. "Nangong Xiao, what gives you the right to say it's a joke and that makes it a joke?"
Nangong Xiao: "…"
