"Ah? Really? Is it true?"
Lin Ruoxi felt a surge of excitement, but the next moment, she realized she had been impulsive.
"Of course, it's true!" Luofeng nodded.
"Dream on. The line of people wanting to chase me, Little Lobster, could stretch from Shanghai to Hang City. As for you, you're still far off, so just wait in line."
She immediately changed her tone to cover up her embarrassment. After all, asking so directly made her intentions too obvious.
"Is it that far?"
"So, does this count as close?"
After Luofeng spoke, one of his hands suddenly wrapped around her slim waist—soft and gentle—while the other pressed against the car door. A wall slam, his hand on her waist.
She had no room to retreat.
"Luo... Luofeng..."
At that moment, Lin Ruoxi's heart raced uncontrollably; she didn't know what to say, her mind a complete blank.
"Hahaha, what are you nervous about? I was just joking with you. I won't tease you anymore."
