'Who the hell is this guy, getting turned on right here and now?'
The faint scent of smoke wafted past her nose. At the critical moment, Xu Su turned her head to dodge the kiss Xi Zirong was leaning in for again and cried out, "Let go of me first."
"Susu, I'm already hard. It wouldn't look good if I let go." The hand on her waist didn't loosen; instead, it pulled her even tighter. Xi Zirong's voice was almost roguish. "You're so soft-hearted. Help me cover it up, won't you?"
Xu Su: "..."
'Cover what, for crying out loud!'
"My back hurts. Let go of me," Xu Su said, her face beet red. She couldn't understand how he had become such a scoundrel.
'He's a completely different person from the one in my memory!'
The hand on her waist loosened slightly. Xi Zirong asked, "Is this better?"
He was playing the scoundrel, all while pretending to negotiate. Xu Su laughed in exasperation. "I told you to let go, as in completely let go. Stop hugging me!"
