The more Ji Fengyan thought about it, the more she felt things were not quite right. When did Liu Huo become so good at talking? How come she had no impression of this at all?
Suddenly, Ji Fengyan narrowed her eyes and the rage on her face disappeared. A sly smile blossomed on her lips. She slowly walked before Liu Huo and stroked his smooth chest teasingly with her fingers.
"Liu Huo, did anyone tell you that you are really not good at pretending to be serious."
Liu Huo was slightly taken aback. His chest burned where her fingers touched him, and he secretly clenched his fists, as if trying to suppress something. But a flush was already creeping up his neck and turning his ears bright red.
"Who taught you to say such words to distract me? Gong Zhiyu? Meng Fusheng? Or… Brother Ling?" Ji Fengyan surveyed Liu Huo's handsome face closely with half-shut eyes.
