Yang Feng waited for Zhao Moyao's footsteps to disappear down the hall before further advancing onto the stubborn woman. She was so adorable looking like she was on the brink of losing her sanity with his continuous teasing.
"My love, it's okay to admit you were touching me all night long—"
"I didn't!"
"I worked very hard for this body. I'm glad my hard work is paying off—"
"Shut up!"
"You can touch me all you want because I really enjoyed your fingers running across it-"
"Shut up! Shut up!" She screamed at him, unable to handle his teasing anymore. Her face burned crimson with embarrassment. She wanted to dig herself a hole to crawl into and just rot in there! It would be better than dealing with this incredibly insufferable man!
Yang Feng snickered at how his confident little kitten had grown flustered once again. Whatever frustration or indignation he had felt before completely melted away the more he looked at her distraught face.
