Suddenly, a pair of hands patted Su Mo's shoulder, and a faint fragrance wafted to his nose.
"What are you thinking about?"
"Oh, nothing..."
Su Mo turned his head to reply to Xia Weiya, but was instantly frozen in place. He saw Xia Weiya had changed into a very form-fitting training suit that perfectly outlined her curvy body, especially her proud chest, which instinctively drew Su Mo's gaze.
However, Su Mo quickly snapped out of it and turned his head aside.
Seeing Su Mo's eyes dodging, Xia Weiya deliberately leaned closer to his ear, pressing her body against him.
"What are you dodging for, are you shy, or am I not pretty enough!"
"Go, go, don't mess around..."
Faced with Xia Weiya's teasing, Su Mo replied somewhat helplessly.
Bagley nearby couldn't stand it anymore and deliberately coughed.
"Ahem, ahem, Xia Weiya, stop fooling around, or you'll scare everyone away in a bit."
"What do you know, we are just having a friendly exchange."
