Not only did Lin Ruixin feel this way, but the two female classmates beside her discussing cosmetics and handbags also wanted to laugh.
"Ling Xue, you're just sitting on a guy's lap. Is it really necessary to be so dramatic?"
"Exactly. Even if Chen Yang is Xin xin's friend, you don't have to act like that. It's like you're having an orgasm or something. Way too exaggerated."
The two classmates shook their heads, speechless at Song Lingxue's performance. If it were them, they would have just sat down without all the fuss. She's being so pretentious.
"What? Why don't you believe me? That bastard Chen Yang really is touching my butt! Look, his hand is still under there! AHHH..."
Under the cover of the conversation, Song Lingxue feigned trying to push Chen Yang's hand away to stand, but she couldn't get up. In fact, she began to move up and down on his lap instead. Her face grew even more flushed, like a ripe peach about to burst with juice.
