Xi Luo still had half a sandwich in her mouth, exaggeratedly scratching her ear, "What? I didn't catch that."
"Stop pretending." Zong Zhan slowly got up, his knee bent as he sat on the bed, "You heard it."
Xi Luo swallowed the sandwich, her slightly downcast eyes rippling with emotion, "Is your back healed?"
"Not healed, but it doesn't stop me from picking you up."
Zong Zhan's appearance was already of the tough-guy type, his serious demeanor more convincing.
Xi Luo wiped her hands with a napkin, motioning with her mouth towards his lower back, "Lift your shirt and let me see."
"Xi Luo, answer the question." Zong Zhan slung his arm over his knee, his posture somewhat leisurely, "Will you agree or not, give me a straightforward answer."
Xi Luo's personality just couldn't handle this kind of provocation.
She smirked as she pushed her chair away, giving Zong Zhan a deep look, "You're really something."
