Song San didn't refuse this time; instead, he wrapped his arm around the other's waist and turned around to press her onto the bed. "Your Charming Skill is useless on this Young Master."
"Really?" The woman wrapped her arms around Song San's neck and spoke again, her voice changing, "But you just said you liked me, didn't you..."
Song San's entire body shuddered, and he pushed the other away, waving his hand to light the candle on the table.
The woman on the bed, dressed in a pink and blue gown, was reclining against the bed, watching him.
"Xinxin?" Song San swallowed, taking a few steps forward. "You..." He shook his head suddenly; it wasn't possible.
"Young Master!" Yang Ruxin on the bed raised her arm with a smile. "Knowing your feelings makes me happy. Although I can't fly with you like a pair of wings, I can make sure you have no regrets... come on..."
