"What are you doing?" Yiyi almost bounced up from the bed, retreating in embarrassment and anger, her hand covering the spot where he had kissed her, feeling the skin there burning.
"Expressing a little friendly gratitude to the skin that has suffered greatly from my head's torment." Ling Kong winked, speaking nonsense with a straight face.
Yiyi secretly cursed him as a pervert; who wanted such gratitude from him? He was clearly taking advantage.
"I want substantial gratitude, you stingy fellow."
Ling Kong found it amusing; this girl was really a money-grubber: "I'll give it to you, sooner or later I belong to you. Isn't everything of mine already yours? What's the rush?"
Yiyi glared; what did he mean by sooner or later belonging to her? This guy was too good at sweet-talking, always choosing words with strong impact on women.
But fortunately, she had seen the world and wouldn't be easily fooled by him.
