"Zhao Dong! I feel like you're tricking me!" Lin Qingyun protested, lightly punching his arm.
Zhao Dong smirked devilishly. "That's not my problem. Whether you treat it or not is your call. But if it really breaks, you can kiss your future happiness goodbye."
"Hmph! Men are all the same!"
Lin Qingyun rolled her eyes at Zhao Dong, but her gaze eventually drifted back to him. Her lovely face flushed crimson, and she bit her lip as if making a momentous decision.
She could tell from Zhao Dong's demeanor that he was just teasing her. But since it was what he wanted... how could she not satisfy him?
And so...
Lin Qingyun slowly lowered her head. She drew closer, tentatively at first, before finally taking it all in.
Zhao Dong's body went rigid, and a deep blush spread across Lin Qingyun's face.
Feels good? I don't feel good at all, okay? And it's terribly salty! What's so fun about this?
