Li Jing tilted his head, his gaze calmly falling on Zhou Yingying's face, with a hint of teasing in his tone:
"How do you know I won't start getting handsy soon?"
Zhou Yingying looked back at him with a smile, not avoiding it, instead slightly leaning her chest forward, deliberately letting the softness of her chest lightly touch his arm, playfully saying:
"Getting handsy now and getting handsy at the beginning are different. I hope Brother Jing does something to me, just afraid Brother Jing will despise me."
Li Jing fixed his gaze on Zhou Yingying and said again: "I'm a jerk, can't give you any promises. Are you sure you won't regret it?"
Zhou Yingying looked back at him, silent for a few seconds, but felt more sure in her heart, then heavily nodded, showing a bright and determined smile:
