Li Mengjie saw the dazed look on Leng Xuan's face and couldn't help but twist her waist, displaying her proud figure. She asked with a giggle, "So, Cold Bodyguard, don't you think I'm beautiful? Don't you have a little crush on me? If you do feel something, remember to tell me. Who knows, I might be in a good mood and let you take some advantage." As she spoke, she glanced at Ling Xuejiu and said with ill intent, "I can't guarantee anything when it comes to Xue Jiu though, you'll have to win her over yourself. But, if you're willing to give me some benefits, I might consider helping you out, letting you sneak a little advantage, like maybe a breast grab or something."
At these words, Ling Xuejiu's face turned bright red with anger as she shot a fierce glare at Li Mengjie and said indignantly, "You little witch, just wait until I deal with you."