Fang Yi rubbed his hands together, looking utterly impatient and salivating at the mouth, which made Zhao Xueying hastily get up and distance herself from Fang Yi.
Fang Yi sighed, "Xueying, are you playing with me?"
With anger in her beautiful eyes, Zhao Xueying retorted, "I was only joking with you, and you took it seriously?!"
Fang Yi laughed, "I was just joking too, Xueying. You're thinking too much." His eyes brimmed with crafty amusement.
This made Zhao Xueying fume, but aside from her anger, she found it somewhat amusing. She had to admit, it had been a long time since anyone dared to talk to her like this or tease her in such a way.
"You're sleeping in the living room tonight; I'll take the bedroom," Zhao Xueying declared, thinking of this as a way to punish Fang Yi.
"No way, Xueying – I'm an injured man. Can you really be so heartless?" Fang Yi put on a woeful expression.
