Qiao An shook her head, stepping back slowly as Mu Jingxi advanced step by step.
"Little Nuomi is right, you should be coaxing me. Hurry up."
This person is unbelievable!
Did he already forget what he just said?
Shameless!
So shameless!
Qiao An puffed her cheeks, shaking her head vigorously, "We've already made up, why should I still pamper you? You're already mine, why so pretentious?"
What a line, "You're already mine."
Mu Jingxi's eyes flickered slightly, he stretched out his long arm, clasping her shoulder, pulling her into his arms, "Since I'm yours, shouldn't you give me some benefits now?"
"Wh-what benefits?" Qiao An's beautiful eyes widened, watching him warily.
The man was too close, his firm chest pressing against hers, and that searing heat, transmitting through the fabric, seeped into her body.
Almost penetrating her skin.
Her face flushed, Qiao An's cheeks reddened, she licked her dry lips, "You—you can talk without getting so close, you know?"
