Fang Geyu still didn't forget to stretch out her snow-white toes, kicking his shoulder mockingly, "What's the matter? Struck a nerve with my words, feeling guilty? You shameless little pervert?"
Baili An grabbed her delicate ankle and pulled her towards him, causing Fang Geyu to yelp as she slid off the soft jade couch. He leaned forward, his arms hooking around her waist to cushion her fall.
After stabilizing her, he carefully wrapped his arms around Fang Geyu, cleverly rolling over to press her securely beneath him.
With Su Jing's unapproachable, icy face, his expression was fierce, but his tone was extremely soft, as if explaining, "Fang Geyu, I don't like women with big chests."
Fang Geyu suddenly became like a little cat whose fur had been smoothed down, retracting her sharp claws and curling up beneath him, her eyes imperceptibly squinting with a smile, almost blurting out, "Then do you like women with small chests?"
