Ye Xixi wiped her nose and said confidently, "Yes, the eyes of the public are discerning! Did I hit you? Haven't you been dodging all along? Are you hopping around like this to walk me like a dog? And you say you're not deliberately bullying me?"
"..." Lu Qiao was at a loss for words. Not letting her hit him was bullying her? Could she be any more unreasonable?
"Alright, alright, I'll let you hit me!" Lu Qiao extended his arm, resigning himself to his bad luck. If he really angered this little ancestor, wouldn't Wen Zao tear him apart? The power of pillow talk is comparable to a sea storm!
Ye Xixi gritted her teeth and unceremoniously bit down on Lu Qiao's arm. After biting, she spat twice disdainfully and muttered, "What kind of suit is this, so hard..."
Lu Qiao's face darkened. This was his handmade custom Armani, just shipped over not even ten hours ago, and it already had a bite mark. The problem was that the culprit looked disgusted?!
