Feng Jianing's little hand scratched Charles's chest gently and said coquettishly, "Don't think that I can forgive you just because you told me the topic of the finals. You were the one who had personally revoked my championship and qualifications to participate in the competition. Although you got me back again, I didn't forget this matter."
Charles grabbed her fingers and stuck out his tongue to suck on them. "Dear Jianing, please tell me what I should do in order for you to forgive me. Do you want me to take my heart out for you to see?"
Feng Jianing pretended to be angry and snorted. "I won't bear it. I still want you to be with me forever. In this competition, I have to get a good ranking. It's not for myself, but for our Feng family. Only when I get a good ranking or win the championship will the Feng family's perfume industry be revitalized. Charles, can you understand?"
