Suddenly attacked, Lin Xian took a deep breath and slapped her pants with his hand.
"Ugh."
Yan Xiaoman let go, suspiciously scanning him a few times, cautiously saying, "Honestly, do you
like Zhang Mengyao, that bear?"
"Not bad, each has its own merits," Lin Xian lied through his teeth.
Seeing her disapproving gaze, Lin Xian hurriedly changed the subject, "Darling, are you so
trusting of Zhang Mengyao?"
"Hehe, you wouldn't understand, things between girls!" Yan Xiaoman deflected playfully.
Lin Xian held back a laugh and deliberately asked, "Then what if Zhang Mengyao really got together with me?
After all, she's not ugly, always flashing in front of me, can't guarantee something won't happen."
Yan Xiaoman's smile didn't decrease; instead, she boldly said, "Lin Xian, if you really can chase
after Zhang Mengyao, I'll count you as impressive, and I promise not to be mad!"
This... there's really such a request?
