Bai Xue constantly showed an immovable demeanor. Yin Sufan seemed like he wanted to rely on himself. It appeared Yin Sufan really had a headache. There was no real solution. Now, he had to speak the truth.
"If you want to know, I'll tell you. I'll use my hands to help you solve it," Yin Sufan had no choice but to say angrily to the white eyes.
"Please solve it with your hands then." Having heard Yin Sufan's words, Bai Xue's face turned red; her face flushed. How could Yin Sufan be so hands-on? To Yin Sufan, Bai Xue was no trifling matter.
Thinking about the shy act she had performed under Yin Sufan's hands, Bai Xue truly wanted to crawl into a hole. It was so embarrassing.
"If you don't believe me, I can help you once more. I can feel it. I know it's real," Yin Sufan said to the white eyes.
Bai Xue was a shameless schemer who couldn't kill Yin Sufan—a real shameless thick-skinned schemer, trying to claim a part of her. It was too much.
