Suddenly seeing Qingcao alive and well, Teng Kun was overjoyed. He took a step forward and swept the pudgy girl into his arms. "Why would a little female like you pick a fight with a wild boar? Do you have a death wish?"
His tone turned into a lecture as he spoke.
Any touched feelings Qingcao had a moment ago were instantly thrown to the dogs. One could only say that women were truly creatures who held a grudge.
She pressed both hands against Teng Kun's chest, and perhaps because they felt good to the touch, she even gave his bulging pecs a couple of squeezes...
Wu Yue: "..."
'The two of you and your lecherous expressions really make a perfect match.'
But, being the shameless flirt she was, Qingcao began her interrogation while still groping his pecs. "Tell me, do I really look no different from that wild boar?"
Teng Kun froze, then shook his head in all honesty. "There is a difference. If you look at you from the front, your faces are definitely not the same."
Wu Yue: "..."
