Before Jiang Yingying could react, Ouyang Chengze's hand whipped out and grabbed Sister Ling's wrist. His smiling eyes suddenly cooled down: "Sister Ling, didn't I already say that Brother Ning is timid..."
Sister Ling awkwardly retracted her hand and said, "I'm just envious of Young Master Ning's skin; it's even better than the fairest girl in our house, so I couldn't resist touching to see if it's just as delicate!"
Ouyang Chengze tightened his grip on Sister Ling's hand, making her frown deeply.
This young man may look immature, but he's strong.
Sister Ling didn't dare to fool around anymore and quickly apologized: "Sorry, Young Master Ning, I won't dare again!"
"Next time, I'll be sure to get the young master's permission before touching!"
Jiang Yingying found it both amusing and annoying, lightly patting Ouyang Chengze on the arm: "It's fine, really!"
We're all women here, so what's the harm in a little touch?
