Wu Yao held his temper, coaxing as he asked.
"Mr. Wu, get your claws off my shoulder. Can you stop touching me?!" Bei Yiyi emanated coldness all over.
This time, not only did Wu Yao not let her go, but his hand moved downward, landing on her back and waist, tightly holding her in his arms. His lips curled into a somewhat roguish smile, "You are my girlfriend. If I don't touch you, then who should I touch, hmm?"
"Who is your girlfriend?!!!"
"This woman in front of me, with big eyes, fair skin, and looks so beautiful but is angry with me for unknown reasons, is my girlfriend!" Wu Yao replied with a smile.
Men have two skills that are self-taught,
When facing the woman they like, any man can effortlessly come up with sweet talk at any time.
Wu Yao had never thought that one day, he would also need to coax a woman to make her happy.
Bei Yiyi's face turned red, not knowing if it was from anger or embarrassment. She said in embarrassment and anger, "Let go of me, I'm leaving!"
