Baili An took a deep breath, worried about what Su Jing might see from her angle, and couldn't help but sit up straight. His upper body trembled as he leaned on the table, slowly raising a pair of moist black eyes to look at her, just about to speak.
Under the table, Ning Feiyan sensed Su Jing's approach and whispered something softly into Hong Zhuang's ear.
Hong Zhuang shook her head vigorously, but her eyes were filled with interest.
Causing trouble with my sister is the most exciting!
Baili An felt both sides of his waist being attacked, holding his breath in his throat, his body trembling, almost unable to hold back laughter several times.
His black eyes, misted with tears, looked increasingly pitiable, the corners moist red, biting his sleeve to stifle his laughter, his misty eyebrows and eyes so deep that they drew Su Jing's direct gaze.
She had initially wanted to maintain a distant, cold demeanor to give him a subtle lesson, to prevent him from suffering alone.
