When the man's slightly rough finger pad touched the girl's soft and smooth chin, he couldn't help but feel a jolt in his heart. The sensation was like milk.
Song Song was so scared that her whole body started to tremble. She had never been treated like this by anyone before. She suddenly backed away in horror, holding her cheeks with her small hands, her eyes blinking furiously like an innocent little rabbit, "I don't understand what Mr. Xiao is saying. What does messing around mean?"
Suddenly, without that soft feeling in his hand, Xiao Jinghuai surprisingly felt a little nostalgic. He looked at the trembling girl standing there, "Go look it up on Baidu yourself, no less than 5,000 words."
"What?" Song Song was almost about to treat this man as a devil or a monster. She really wanted to rebel against him, but her mouth weakly said, "Okay."
Even though she had no idea what was going on, messing around?
Who was she messing around with?
