Moreover, Yang Fei discovered.
It's not just Mi Xuan who likes to pinch his waist; every woman likes to pinch his waist.
The cold and beautiful Su Yinxue, the graceful and gentle Lin Xueyi, the radiant Zhang Lifang, the intellectual and wise Liang Jiayi.
These beauties all like to pinch his waist.
These little demons pinch when they're happy, pinch when they're angry, pinch at any time.
Yang Fei sighed depressively, grateful in his heart.
"Luckily, they only like pinching my waist. If they liked pinching my big bird, I'd be bald."
Mi Xuan saw his eyes rolling constantly, sneakily gazing at a certain spot.
She felt amused and annoyed, turned around, and ignored him.
In the evening, Yang Fei and Mi Xuan finally received a call from Professor Mi.
The old man mysteriously asked Yang Fei to meet him alone.
Mi Xuan, although unwilling, dared not go against her grandfather's wishes, so she had to see Yang Fei off.
