I Fancy You, Not Her

Lu Jinwen lugged Lin Xuanji away, leaving Jun Mosheng standing on the spot.

Jun Mosheng, "…"

It was Lin Xuanji's first time being carried by a man, being lifted over his shoulders even. The man had a tall build and it felt so uncomfortable when her stomach was on his shoulder.

She balled her hands into fists, pummeling him with the sensual voice of the 18-year-old her. "What are you doing? Let me down, let go of me!"

The temple had many steps, Lu Jinwen had Lin Xuanji over his shoulder, coming down the stairs with steady footsteps. When she pummeled him, he simply raised his brows. "You're not being good, are you asking for a beating?"

He lifted his hand, bringing it to her hips as he gave her a slap on her butt.

Pah! He didn't hurt her, but wasn't light-handed either. Lin Xuanji's lashes fluttered, her face flushing red. No one had ever hit her butt, not even her father!