C232 In the Classroom Group

Liang Meihui stood with flushed cheeks.

Embarrassed by her earlier impulsiveness, she didn't back down this time, her hands firmly clasped around Soong Yang's neck.

Soong Yang smacked his lips, tasting the sweetness of strawberries.

"What are you trying to do, Meihui?" he asked.

Her gaze was intense as she eyed the Bentley in the parking space. Her long legs grazed by Soong Yang's hands