Li Chen didn't directly answer Ximen Qingxue's words, but instead took a deep sniff.
"Such a sour smell, did someone's jar of jealousy get overturned?"
Ximen Qingxue rolled her eyes dramatically and feigned annoyance, "Hmph, only a fool would get jealous!"
"Hey, who let you into my boudoir? Apart from my father, no other man has ever entered my room!"
Li Chen ignored Ximen Qingxue's protest and continued to stride inside unfazed.
Seeing Li Chen's disregard, Ximen Qingxue reached out to push him.
But just as her small hand stretched out, it was seized by Li Chen.
Then, with a swift tug, Li Chen pulled Ximen Qingxue into his embrace.
Ximen Qingxue struggled, but to no avail.
Seeing Ximen Qingxue's pout that could practically hang a bottle, Li Chen leaned close to her ear and whispered softly.
"If you don't mind letting me into your body, why not let me into your room?"
Upon hearing Li Chen's shameless words, Ximen Qingxue's pretty face instantly flushed red.
