When the girls sitting around saw that Xiao Ling was so nervous, they immediately began to laugh.
No matter how handsome that young man was, he was still a boy after all!
A boy with such a clean temperament probably had not even seen a few mature women, yet Xiao Ling would deliberately squeeze her breasts because she was nervous!
In their opinion, as long as Xiao Ling stood there like a vixen, that boy's face would probably turn red. He would not know where to stand or where to place his hands!
Xiao Ling was the most popular girl here. She had always been successful in conquering men. No matter if he was aloof or flirtatious, rich or handsome, who would be able to resist her charm?
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Looking at the indifferent youth in the corner, Xiao Ling felt a little thirsty for some reason.
It was strange. She had dated countless men, but this was the first time she had seen a boy who was a few years younger than her that made her so flustered.
