This guy really compared me to a teddy bear?
Ruge gritted her teeth, "How much longer are you going to hold me? Let go!"
"You're the one who jumped at me." Ji Yanche shrugged innocently, moved closer to her with a mischievous smile, "Didn't you say you're fine without me? But you held onto me so tightly just now? Hmm?"
The suddenly shortened distance, and that handsome face in such a dark environment, added a seductive and profound charm.
This time, Ruge didn't bicker with him anymore; she turned her head and walked away.
This was her usual style when she's angry.
If she's truly angry, she wouldn't bother to say another useless word to you.
Ji Yanche grew up with her and knew her personality inside out.
Seeing this, he quickly chased after her, grabbed her wrist, "Wait for me, okay? I'm sorry. Don't be mad."
"Let go of your paw."
"No way." Ji Yanche shamelessly hugged her, forcefully pressed her little head against his chest, then held her and walked outside.
