Lu Hanyan's seductive charm was an eye-opener for Jiang Baibing. Even Song Lingxue, who was lying beside them with her eyes squinted, felt the exact same way. At that moment, they both felt they were in a completely different league from Lu Hanyan.
Chen Yang steadied her and brushed his lips against hers, a helpless look on his face. "But I'm not in the mood anymore."
"Hmph, you little rascal. Take your ugly thing away and get lost."
Lu Hanyan glared coyly at Chen Yang and turned her head away, ignoring him. However, she then winked at Jiang Baibing, signaling her to come closer.
Jiang Baibing's breath hitched, but she knew Lu Hanyan was doing this for her sake. She took a deep breath and approached Chen Yang's side again. Facing the intimidating sight, she reached out to hold it, opened her small, cherry-like mouth as wide as she could, and took it in.
Song Lingxue and Lu Hanyan lay beside them, watching as if it were a performance.
