"Hehe, how about that, are you satisfied with my handling?"
Yang Yifeng arrived at Lin Wushuang's side, subtly wrapping his arm around Lin Wushuang's slender waist and said with a mischievous grin.
"Pah! Never serious!"
A faint blush rose on Lin Wushuang's exquisite and perfect face, giving her an air of unique charm. Especially that coquettish look in her eyes made Yang Yifeng's heart tremble, and his hand began to wander restlessly, sliding towards her towering bosom, ready to take advantage of the moment to conquer Lin Wushuang!
However, the next moment, a voice came from behind him, and his muscles stiffened in response!
"Giggle, who would have thought that the renowned madman would also know how to sweet-talk little girls..."
The smile on Yang Yifeng's face vanished, replaced by a hint of bitterness that was hard to detect.
"You... how did you get here."