He knew what kind of person his girl was. If they couldn't even have this much trust, how were they supposed to make it through the long future ahead of them?
Since he now knew everything he wanted to know… well, it was time to collect his interest.
"Xue Yang, haven't I been honest with you?"
"Yes, and this is the interest!"
"..."
Could it really be like this?
Lin Xi truly didn't understand that sometimes, words were pointless.
「Half an hour later.」
Lin Xi watched a certain someone with a resentful glare.
He was happy, but she was the one suffering. It felt just like when she first started developing—sore and painful. They're definitely bruised.
"Do you want me to massage them for you again?" As he spoke, his wicked hands began to snake toward her again.
Lin Xi covered herself and quickly backed away. "No, thank you!"
