"Little Ranran, how dare I forget you, my dear elder! I just offered you my soy milk!" Ye Chenfeng said with a smile.
"Are you implying that I'm old?" Qiu Muran asked angrily, puffing up her little face.
The corners of Ye Chenfeng's mouth lifted slightly, "What I meant by 'old' is that you've become more mature. This maturity is reflected in your bigger chest and perkier butt!"
"You're still so shameless!" Qiu Muran chastised coquettishly, perfectly portraying the delicate shyness of a young lady.
Ye Chenfeng pulled Qiu Muran close by her willowy waist, "How could my little Ranran be shameless, eh? I almost thought I encountered a female hooligan trying to force herself on me just now, I was close to calling the police!"
"You're the hooligan!" Qiu Muran pinched the soft flesh of Ye Chenfeng's waist in anger.
Ye Chenfeng hissed with pain, and couldn't help but say, "Why do all of you like to pinch me here?"