"Honey! Will you take me away, please?!"
The girl saw that he wasn't swayed, so she clung to him even tighter, her lips teasingly brushing his ear while her hand boldly slipped inside his shirt, reaching for his chest.
Any normal man at this time would have the most instinctive reaction to a beautiful girl throwing herself at him. Not many could refuse.
Unfortunately, Jiao Yang is not an ordinary man.
Having navigated the sea of flowers over the years, he has enough restraint when it comes to women. He caught her hand reaching inside his shirt, Jiao Yang deftly moved his head aside, his eyes scanning the shadows seeking someone in the distance. He raised his arm to encircle her waist, "Let's go, I'll take you home!"
The girl revealed a triumphant smile at the corners of her lips, and she promptly rested her face on his shoulder, "Honey, you're the best!"
