"Zhou Qiyue!"
Luo Mengmeng bit her lip.
She hurriedly stepped forward, grabbed the man's arm, and looked at him defiantly.
"Don't you feel anything for me?"
The little lass had no idea what decorum was, she asked outright.
Zhou Qiyue paused his steps, and stared at her for nearly five seconds before bending down to pinch her small chin. It was chubby and felt incredibly good.
"It's late. Go home early."
Having said that, he wanted to step back. Luo Mengmeng, however, pushed his chest, forcing the man to hit his back on the window sill. The night wind outside ran through his neck, soaking the night dampness.
Zhou Qiyue squinted his eyes.
Luo Mengmeng pulled down on his collar, her almond eyes wide and fierce: "Playing Sea King's game? Acting coyly with me? Just say yes or no, don't dilly-dally, I won't buy that Sea King act!"
He had not answered her question.
His silence left her feelings fluctuating, swirling around him, unable to extricate herself.
