Zuo Xintong was caught off guard by the wicked humor, and instinctively punched him on the shoulder.
"You dog, it's been so long, and you still haven't changed a bit? I thought after all this time you would treat me with respect and be a good man, but it turns out you're still a rogue. Get away from me, don't lean on me!"
Zuo Xintong's words no longer carried any strength, having no oppressive effect on Liu Zhizhong at all!
After she spoke, she punched Liu Zhizhong again and gave him a shove.
But in reality, in her heart, she could no longer resist Liu Zhizhong.
Liu Zhizhong chuckled but didn't roll away. Instead, he lifted the armrest of his fishing chair, scooted closer until his chair was next to Zuo Xintong's, and lifted her chair's armrest too.
Zuo Xintong instinctively scooted over, "What are you doing? Ah..."
"Come here, you!" Liu Zhizhong extended his strong arm, wrapped it around Zuo Xintong, and gently pulled her closer.
