Hearing his words, Xia Ling stopped in her tracks. She turned her head and looked at Xuan Ying. “Repeat what you just said!”
Xuan Ying quickly frowned. What did he say wrong? But looking at her cold little face, she seemed to be very angry. Xuan Ying would never dare to repeat what he just said. He was not stupid.
Xia Ling shook off his big palm. “You mean, I asked that oiler to anoint me. Am I coveting his size?”
Xuan Ying pursed his thin lips. “I’m not.”
“Yes, you are! Xuan Ying, you’re really annoying!”Xia Ling clenched her fist and punched his straight shoulder.
Xuan Ying did not dodge or move. He quickly reached out his big palm to block her small hand. Then, he pulled hard, and Xia Ling’s soft body directly crashed into his firm chest.
He looked down at her and said seriously, “I know you’re not after this because... I’m older than him.”
”...”
What did he say?
He actually said it?
