C118 Macao Roundabout

Leng Yihan put his lips next to Ann Jiaxin's ear. His voice was bewitching, as if it had been sucked into her bones. Her face flushed a few times as he said shyly,

"What are you talking about? It's not serious at all."

"Shy, huh?"

He licked his lips. "…" He smiled even more ghostly.

His little woman's shy appearance was cute, making him want to bully her.

"Stop fooling around