"Can you... can you let go of me first, I... I feel a bit hot." Held in Lu Tianxing's arms, Mu Qingxue inhaled the strong masculine scent emanating from him, her voice somewhat stammering as she spoke, her pretty face burning hot, as red as a cooked shrimp.
"Why should I let go of you? Weren't you just now provoking me arrogantly? I'm going to let you know what the cost of provoking a man is. So, are you scared now?"
Lu Tianxing glanced at Mu Qingxue with a faint smile, his gaze wandering back and forth over her chest.
"Who... who was provoking you? That's blatant slander. I... I just came to invite you for a drink today, who knew you'd be so perverted, getting handsy at the slightest disagreement." Feeling Lu Tianxing's gaze, Mu Qingxue's heart trembled as she explained with a slightly trembling voice.
"Is that so? Then I was wrong, so I'll drink with you today, not stopping until we're drunk."
