What are you doing? He's my boyfriend, don't go too far! I lent my boyfriend to you because you seemed depressed, don't push your luck! Just because you're an ex doesn't mean you can ignore my feelings!
If this keeps up, you won't be depressed anymore, but I will be!
Han Muxue was furious, but she hadn't lost her composure. She draped her delicate, slender legs over Shen Mochen's lap, her voice cooing, "My legs are so sore, could there be some kind of lingering effect... Massage them for me?"
"Sure." Shen Mochen pretended to notice nothing and naturally massaged Han Muxue's feet.
Her legs were slender, and her feet, petite and pale, easily fit in one hand.
"Hee hee, that tickles..." Han Muxue giggled.
Xia Qingrou watched them sneakingly from the side, feeling more upset by the minute. She could sense the victorious provocation in the other's eyes, and this only inflamed her desire to win.
