"Little bastard, hurry up and let go of me, there are people here."
Although Xiaobei's embrace was warm, making her reluctant to leave, Song Yaling still spoke up.
Because she didn't have Xiaobei's thick skin, she really couldn't ignore those two pretty young women.
Upon hearing Song Yaling's urging, Xiaobei immediately knew she was shy.
With a gentle laugh, Xiaobei whispered softly in her ear, "Come to my room later, I want to have a good chat with you alone."
After finishing, he blew lightly in her ear and slowly stepped back.
"I don't want to chat alone with a little bastard like you!"
Song Yaling knew what Xiaobei was up to, so she rolled her eyes at him and refused decisively.
Xiaobei had already expected Song Yaling's refusal and laughed heartily, quickly saying, "You don't have a say! If you don't come, I'll personally come and get you."
"Big bastard. You're a big bastard."
