Nan Fei turned her face away, feeling a little guilty, and walked quickly forward.
Huo Beijiang reacted and chased after her, "No way! You have to twist my face too."
The people following them were all surprised, their jaws nearly dropping. Huo Beijiang didn't care at all. After catching up to Nan Fei, he wrapped her in his embrace, gently caressing her tender cheek with his big hand, finally satisfied.
Nan Fei really thought he was going to twist her, and had already prepared for it, but then she heard someone's low laughter in her ear, "Wifey, how could I bear to twist you! I can't even love you enough."
Nan Fei blushed and her heart raced from his affectionate tone and the warm breath brushing against her ear. She wanted to push him away but didn't have the strength, and with him teasing her from the side, she couldn't focus on her surroundings.
"Let go! Stop pulling and tugging." This bastard, couldn't he be a little more considerate?
