She, Xie Baola, could never do such a thing.
Her wrist was still held by him, but Xie Baola grasped his hand in return and tiptoed again using his support.
Her red lips brushed past his ear; he didn't react, so Xie Baola whispered, "You do like me a bit, don't you?"
After saying that, she stepped back.
She was testing him again.
And the effect of this test seemed quite favorable.
Chen Jiayan: "…"
Chen Jiayan saw the smug look in her eyes.
In truth, Xie Baola was not a rigid, flat image in his heart; on the contrary, as she kept appearing before him, he formed a more concrete impression of her.
Her figure and voice enabled him to envision an image of her.
The imagery was strong.
Xie Baola haughtily lifted her chin, "Either you get in the car, or you come home with me, choose one."
Chen Jiayan frowned slightly, "No need to trouble yourself, I'll just call a taxi."
