With the topic of the original host turned over, Rong Xingyu tried to pull his hand back.
But he failed.
Rong Xingyu blinked in confusion. "Hm?"
"Yuyu, you haven't forgot what you promised me in the garden, right?"
"…"
"Do you want me to help you remember?"
Ding Yixin pinched Rong Xingyu's fingers with amusement coloring his voice.
Rong Xingyu cleared his throat. "I-I of course would keeps my word."
Wasn't it just agreeing to stay in this outfit with him!
Only then did Ding Yixin release Rong Xingyu's hand.
Seeing the smile in Ding Yixin's eyes, Rong Xingyu had the feeling that he had been deliberately teased again.
"…"
A flash of inspiration crossed Rong Xingyu's mind.
He looked at Ding Yixin and raised his brows in imitation of him.
"Like this?"
Rong Xingyu's hand slowly moved downward and deliberately stopping at a dangerous position.
A vein at Ding Yixin's temple twitched quickly and his gaze gradually darkened.
