His voice was deep and full of male hormones, oppressing Ye Fanxing with the desire to flee in every direction.
She felt that she had been becoming more and more timid lately, especially when they were alone together.
Though Fu Jingyu was in a wheelchair, his figure was tall. When Ye Fanxing was on his lap, she appeared incredibly petite.
Sitting on his lap took a lot of courage.
Despite this, she found herself unable to flee.
She forced out a couple of coughs, "I think Xingxing is a better nickname."
"You didn't seem to think so just now." Fu Jingyu was used to her two-sidedness.
She coquettishly flirted with him when she was feeling good; but would turn cowardly like a little toady once something went wrong.
Ye Fanxing looked at Fu Jingyu's exquisite face that seemed to have been chiseled by the gods and feebly smiled, "I was just teasing you. You didn't take me seriously, did you?
"Hmm, I took you seriously," he affirmed with a deadpan expression.