"Sister Song, it seems like your figure has gotten even better than before!"
Hu Xiaobei, who had his arm hugged tightly, carefully felt it before speaking enthusiastically.
Hu Xiaobei wasn't joking at this moment.
He really had carefully felt it before saying so.
"Little bastard, all you think about is these meaningless things all day, it's infuriating."
Hearing Hu Xiaobei's compliment, Song Yaling's face instantly turned crimson with embarrassment.
Glancing at Song Yaling, Hu Xiaobei said earnestly, "Sister Song, how can this be meaningless! To me, this is particularly meaningful!"
"Alright, I can't argue with you, let's hurry up and go!"
"Okay then!"
Agreeing this way, Hu Xiaobei began to step forward.
Meanwhile, Hu Xiaobei exerted a bit of force to push the arm being hugged outward slightly.
This made Hu Xiaobei even more certain of his judgment.
"Little bastard!"
Feeling Hu Xiaobei's probing, Song Yaling stomped her foot in frustration.
...
"They're here!"
