"Why?" Ning Lue kept staring at her, only feeling that the way she ate was both beautiful and adorable. When her tongue licked out, it was seductive and teasing. He really wished he could be the little cupcake in her hands.
Yu Jingrong frowned. What was wrong with this Ning Lue? Why did he have so much to say? Was he really trying to make friends or get close to her?
She glanced at Ning Lue with indifference, "Listen, little brother, when your elder sister is eating, she doesn't like someone next to her asking questions nonstop. Could you go play with your little girlfriend and let me eat in peace?"
With an address like that, the "friendship" had already been taken from him. So go away quickly!
That's what she thought to herself, yet Ning Lue still didn't leave.
His face suddenly flushed red. He hung his head awkwardly and muttered, "Who's your little brother? I bet you're not even older than me. I'm telling you, with my age, I could easily be your husband."
