After little person A appeared, little person B jumped out right after, customarily arguing: Don't just use flirting here and there. If the owner is not in the mood, it can be called flirting.
But if the owner is willing, it should be called teasing.
Little person A freaked out and said: How do you know the owner is willing?
Little person B shrugged: Then how can you be so sure that the owner is not willing?
Lin Zhiyan didn't let the little people in her mind continue arguing, she directly tossed them out, then coughed twice, and pointed to Xiao Feng's chest: "The wound… doesn't seem serious, right?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Xiao Feng exaggeratedly covered his chest with one hand and took a sharp breath, saying: "Hiss… It didn't hurt until you mentioned it."
"Can you act any more fake?" Lin Zhiyan had black lines on her forehead.
Xiao Feng immediately felt unhappy: "What do you mean by fake? Should I stab you once to see?"
