Even An Yuying couldn't bear to listen anymore.
An Yuying said with a smile, "Niu Zai, you're lying. You've scared her out of her wits. She doesn't even know what to do. And you're still laughing, she's going to hit you."
As she spoke, she waved her little fists gently against Luo Yang's chest, pretending to hit him.
"Sister An, save me. Sister Guihua won't let me breathe," Luo Yang laughed.
"I'm not allowing you to breathe; you're dead for sure," Tang Guihua feigned anger.
However, looking at her eyes, there was no anger, and her mouth curled into a smile.
It was clear that she wasn't really angry at all.
An Yuying was actually worried that Tang Guihua might play too rough and cause Luo Yang to really not be able to breathe.
"Guihua, let go quickly, or Niu Zai won't be able to breathe soon," An Yuying urged.
"I won't let him breathe this time," Tang Guihua said petulantly.
Yet, her hand that was pinching Luo Yang's nose finally loosened but remained on top of his nose.
