She felt so itchy in her heart and weak in her limbs that she nestled in his embrace, panting like a little kitten.
"Xinglan."
"Mm."
She looked as though she had been grievously bullied, her eyes red like after a rain, still shimmering with a hint of spring fever, "Will you say that sentence to me, please?"
Her voice had little hooks in it, making one's skin tingle.
"What sentence?"
She mimicked the tone of her benefactor, impatient yet still tender, "Behave, come here."
Lu Xinglan's heart, originally soaking in honey, was suddenly plunged into a jar of vinegar, "Still thinking about your benefactor?"
Right.
She still thought it was most likely him. Clutching his clothes, she rubbed against him softly, "Please?"
Alas, she had learned how to act coquettishly.
"Mm."
There was something intriguing about it.
He spoken in a very formal tone, as if devoid of any improper thoughts, "First, call me 'Brother' to hear."
Chen Xiangtai: "..."
