"Don't touch there." Lu Xingzhi grabbed his hand, her face blushing like a tomato, and stopped him: "It's not allowed."
"Then when will it be allowed?" Huo Jincheng's hand finally stopped. He leaned back on the sofa, pulling Lu Xingzhi into his arms as well.
"I refuse to answer such a question." How could she answer that?
Could she really know the specific time?
"Then should I just feel for it myself?" Huo Jincheng pressed his hand to his lips to hide his smile from Lu Xingzhi. If he laughed now, her already crimson face would turn even redder.
Lu Xingzhi glared at him angrily, stood up, and said to him, "Uncle, if you keep this up, I won't talk to you anymore."
If this continued, she wouldn't even want to confess to him.
Thinking about the watch in the drawer, Lu Xingzhi didn't want to give it to him dressed so casually.
"Then I won't say it." Huo Jincheng added in his heart: I'll say it later.
Saying it doesn't matter anyway, actions will come later.
