Yang Xintian felt her body burning, her face flushing red as she was on the verge of losing all self-control.
Suddenly, she came to her senses. "No!"
"Hmm?" Sun Dasheng looked down at her, somewhat perplexed.
"It's not that you can't perform, Uncle Sun," Yang Xintian said coyly. "It's just that Grandma and Grandpa could be back any minute. We can't do this here."
"I don't mind being seen, but you'd be in for it, Uncle Sun," the little witch said, blinking slyly.
Hearing this, Sun Dasheng stopped what he was doing and set her down.
"Alright, spit it out."
"Spit out what?" Yang Xintian feigned ignorance.
Her head immediately received a light thump.
OUCH...
"You definitely didn't come looking for me for no reason. Spill it. What do you want?" Sun Dasheng saw right through her.
"Hehe... you're amazing, Uncle Sun! How did you figure it out?" Since her little scheme had been exposed, Yang Xintian dropped the act.
Sun Dasheng ignored her.
