Seeing Ning Yuexi start to loosen her clothes, Lin Tang's brow furrowed. "Are you out of your mind? On what grounds are you calling me a lecher? Even if I were one, what makes you think I'd be interested in you? Who do you think you are?!"
"You—"
"You what? Get lost!" he snapped, shoving her away.
But she clung to him like sticky taffy, wrapping her arms around him from behind and refusing to let go. Her hands roamed over his body as she kissed his ear and the side of his face.
"Wow, how shameless! Taking liberties with me!" Lin Tang exclaimed dramatically. "HISS... Are you part dog? How dare you bite me!"
He casually tossed Situ Peiyuan aside, yanked Ning Yuexi in front of him, and—SMACK! SMACK!—gave her a few sharp slaps on her buttocks.
"Huh? Feels pretty good. Only a tiny bit less bouncy than Zhu Yingning's." Lin Tang wore a peculiar expression before speaking again. "So if I spare them, you'll really let me do anything to you?"
