"White-faced gentleman, huh?" Luo Linhao's voice was long and drawn out, and Yang Xiayun was at a loss for words the next moment.
Luo Linhao seemed to be venting something, kissing passionately and hurriedly, a bit out of control. As her outer garment slipped off, Yang Xiayun felt a chill on her shoulder and hastily pushed Luo Linhao away.
Seeing his deep eyes still tinted with red, she silently thought to herself, what's the harm in a loose tongue.
"Why are you getting so worked up? I was just teasing you."
Luo Linhao held her for a while before snorting coldly, "I'll let you go this time, but we'll settle this later. Still want to find a white-faced gentleman? Got bold, didn't you?"
"Hehe!" She reached out to hug Luo Linhao with a flattering smile, "I just thoughtlessly blurted it out; don't take it so seriously."
"Pfft..." Luo Linhao laughed, never seen anyone like this before. "You little brat, say it again, and see how I take care of you."
