Jingrong haughtily turned her head away, "Hmph! I don't believe you have such good judgment."
"What do you need me to do to prove it?" Li Chengyun tilted his head slightly, a low chuckle accompanied by warm breath teased her ear, the air hot and provocative.
Jingrong's heart started pounding "thump thump thump," and her face reddened, "How should I know, get lost, I want to sit up."
Of course, Li Chengyun didn't let go of her. Instead, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her to sit up in his embrace, "Okay, I won't tease you anymore, my precious Rong. Let's talk."
Jingrong looked at him and replied indifferently, "What do you want to talk about? Are you trying to make me act out another scene of 'genuine emotion' today?"
This little devil surely had quite the temper.
Li Chengyun raised his hand and pinched her nose, "You're so angry. What can I do for you to forgive me?"
Jingrong remained silent.
