Xia Weibao raised an eyebrow, "This seat isn't yours, why can't I sit here?"
Yan Yuexian's mouth opened slightly. What she said made so much sense, there was no way to retort.
"Why are you sitting next to me? Are we that close?"
Xia Weibao leaned her hand on the table, looking at her with a half-smile, "Not close, but I like beauties, and when I see a beauty, I just want to get a little closer."
Yan Yuexian was taken aback for a moment, and then her face turned red.
Her face wore an expression of "strangers keep away," but inside she felt a bit delighted.
She said I'm a beauty, how embarrassing.
Clearly very happy, but pretending to be indifferent, which made Xia Weibao want to laugh.
Awkward kids are really not cute.
She silently observed Yan Yuexian's face.
The surface wounds had started to heal, leaving some faint marks, but they were covered with foundation.
