As they spoke, the person had already come close.
Su Xiaoxiao saw the face that was inches away, deathly pale and painted with bright red lips, with rouge smeared on the cheeks.
At first glance, it looked like a paper doll come to life, but on closer inspection, it was worse than that.
Damn, what kind of karma is this? Attracting such a thing.
Sun Wenbing looked at her shyly: "Oh, why are you staring at me like that?"
Su Xiaoxiao felt goosebumps rising all over her body. As she took a step back, Sun Wenbing lunged forward and brushed past her, embracing Song Weidong instead.
Su Xiaoxiao: "..."
Song Weidong: "..."
"Brother, do you think I'm good-looking?"
Sun Wenbing batted his eyes lined thickly in black, looking at Song Weidong bashfully.
Song Weidong looked at his own arm that was being hugged, pulled it out expressionlessly, wishing he could rip off his sleeve on the spot.
Not very aggressive, but extremely disgusting.
