Xia Xi couldn't help remembering how her own Demon King looked when he wore this leather jacket—so freaking handsome it hurt. Uwu, this jacket is meant to be worn on a person, not hung outside a car window!
That pervert Xue Tong!!!
Classmate Xia Xi cursed in her heart, and her emotions inevitably spilled over. Her eyes were practically about to spit fire.
Lin Xudong was about to drop to his knees…
Taking the fall for a disaster he didn't cause…
Lin Xudong wanted to cry but had no tears. He said, "Sister Xia Xi, I was really wrong. Please forgive me, I'll clasp my fists to you, sis!"
With that, he very seriously copied some ancient etiquette and clasped his fists, as if desperately hoping Xia Xi would be merciful and let him go.
Xia Xi's mouth twitched twice. Without the slightest politeness, she snapped a finger-flick to his forehead and said, "You brat, are you daydreaming!"
"..." Not a punch, not a slap—a forehead flick???
