Nangong Lin's face flushed, "What do you want to do?"
"I don't want to do anything," Alvin couldn't help but blush as well, pouting playfully like a child, "I just want to touch a little."
Nangong Lin: "..."
Touch a little?
Touch my foot!
"No way!" Nangong Lin clutched Alvin's hand, refusing to let go.
"Why not?" Alvin looked confused, like he was complaining, "Can't even touch a little bit?"
Nangong Lin: "..."
"Well, I didn't say you could touch me!" Caught in a moment of folly, Nangong Lin blurted out a thoughtless response.
Alvin's face lit up with a charming smile, his eyes gleaming captivatingly as he gave Nangong Lin's lips a couple of light pecks, "You can touch me, I don't mind at all, go ahead."
Nangong Lin wanted to die, damn it, how did she say that out loud, it felt like two quarreling kids bickering.
As Alvin spoke, he pulled Nangong Lin's hand toward himself, and Nangong Lin quickly retracted, "I'm not touching!"
