Zhao Tingting giggled, her face full of charm, "Brother Song, take a guess."
Wu Song glanced at Zhao Tingting's lower part and shook his head, "How would I know that."
Zhao Tingting laughed, "Brother Song, just take a wild guess."
Wu Song shook his head, "I really can't guess."
"Are you and Sister Tiantian just ordinary friends?" Zhao Tingting glanced at Wu Song.
"Quite good friends," Wu Song said seriously.
"Really just friends?" Zhao Tingting didn't believe it.
Wu Song shrugged and laughed, "Then what kind of friends do you say we are?"
"I think you're not just friends, but rather friends with benefits," Zhao Tingting said bluntly, leaving Wu Song both surprised and awkward.
"I should sign here," Wu Song reached out to take the pen, but found it sticky, almost unable to hold it.
Wu Song felt awkward, rubbing the pen on Zhao Tingting's body.
