"Jiaqi went to Norway," Kaka said. In other words, she wasn't in London, posing no threat.
Wushuang made a sound of understanding and smiled alluringly. "So, I can do whatever I want?"
"Sweetheart, I wouldn't mind if you let go of my hand," Kaka said with a smile, gently caressing her face. His eyes were wise yet affectionate. "A man can only endure so much teasing from you."
"But you're not reacting."
"You already said Little Kaka is very excited."
"I want Big Kaka to be excited."
"Little Kaka's expression is Big Kaka's intent." Kaka conversed with her, calm and collected. He actually had countless ways to make Wushuang let go if he wanted to get up. He might not even lose to Wushuang in a physical struggle.
"Really?"
"Truly."
His eyes were like a still hot spring, a vague mist rising from the surface of the calm water, obscuring its depth. Wushuang tried hard to discern the color in his eyes, but she couldn't.
Suddenly, an impulse for mischief struck her.
