"Did you think of this question?"
Wesley: "Shameless!"
"How am I shameless? A girl admires you in every way and wants to pursue you, yet you call her shameless. No wonder you can't give away your first kiss and need me to save you." Xiao Qiao gave him a scornful look, "Is 'shameless' the only word you can use to insult someone?"
Wesley bypassed her and walked away, but Xiao Qiao deliberately ran ahead of him, walked backward, and smiled as she asked, "Beautiful, why don't you answer me? Can I pursue you?"
"No, you can't!"
"Why not?"
"You're not the type I like."
"As long as you can get hard for me, who cares what type you like!"
Wesley paused, and both of them simultaneously recalled the small stream from their undercover time in South America.
Those were dusty memories, yet Xiao Qiao awakened them clearly—the passionate, lively, vibrant young girl just fell into his arms, like a fragrant rainbow cloud, soft and beautiful. He had never touched her before and fled in panic.
