He knew what kind of person his girl was. If they didn't even have that much trust, how could they spend the rest of their long lives together?
Since he has found out what he wanted to know, hmm, it's time to collect some interest...
"Xue Yang, haven't I already confessed everything to you?"
"Mhm, this is interest," he said.
"..."
Can he really do that? Lin Xi simply didn't understand that, at times like this, words were useless.
Half an hour later, Lin Xi was still giving a certain guy a resentful look. He was happy, but she was suffering. It felt just like when she first started developing—sore and painful. They were definitely bruised.
"Do you want me to rub it for you again?" As he spoke, a certain someone's devilish claws were about to reach over again.
Lin Xi covered herself and kept backing away. "No need."
