C672 The Compensation

His devastatingly handsome face, looking at her so intently, could make anyone weak in the knees—man or woman.

"Who told you not to let me touch you for the past couple of days?" he said with a hint of frustration.

Ann Xiaomin blushed deeply.

"How can you even bring that up? We were guests at the Smiths'. How could we... do that there?"

"Alright, I forgive you, but you owe me," he said