Chapter 292: Let's Have a Soccer Team

"Do you need me to disinfect that for you?" Qiao Chengxun hooked his lips up in a cold smirk, his voice brimming with threat.

Wen Meimei shrank her neck back, her aura instantly weakening, "No need, I'm busy, please let me go."

Qiao Chengxun had no intention of releasing her, finding the sensation of holding her quite pleasant.

He picked up his cell phone, snapped another photo, and then stared at the picture, admiring himself.

Wen Meimei had downloaded all the apps she used to use and retrieved her account passwords, a process that took her over ten minutes.

Suddenly, she remembered the man behind her who had been staring at his phone motionless since earlier, not uttering a word, wondering what he was doing.

Wen Meimei couldn't help but turn her head to look, and the man, as if on cue, lowered his head and pecked her on the lips.

Wen Meimei was startled, her face uncontrollably heating up, "What are you doing?"

"Are you hungry?"

"I've been hungry for a while now."