Seeing such dramatic changes in the color of the girl's face, Qiao Chengxun knew her heart must have already collapsed.
Sadly, he had unintentionally found one of her weaknesses.
That was his figure; she seemed to have no power to resist it.
"How do you feel?"
"Get lost, you beast!"
The girl muttered under her breath, but her little hand emerged from under the covers and firmly slapped his arm.
Qiao Chengxun suddenly turned around and pushed her back with the back of his hand.
For some reason, he really wanted to play with her.
The sudden movement caught the girl off guard, her helpless and frightened look making her seem somewhat pitiable.
After a while, Wen Meimei suddenly snapped out of it and started cursing, "Qiao King of Hell, you son of a bitch, I'm going to tell Grandpa you're bullying me, you domestic abuser, you beast! Son of a bitch..."