Jiaxin didn't seem the type to seek revenge, yet as soon as Luo Yang turned his head, he felt a sudden pain in his ribs where she had pinched him.
Luo Yang grimaced and looked at her, but it wasn't appropriate to say anything. He had just calmed An Yuying down, and if he started acting affectionate with Hong Jiaxin now, it would surely trigger An Yuying's jealousy again.
Seeing him trying to bear the pain while pretending nothing happened, Hong Jiaxin smiled sweetly. She didn't stop, continuing to pinch his ribs.
Luo Yang could only look towards An Yuying and communicate with his right hand while subtly placing his left hand on Hong Jiaxin's thigh and gently patting it, signaling her to stop.
Meanwhile, he glanced at her and saw her face feign annoyance, her innocence mixed with allure.
The only downside was that Hong Jiaxin was using all her strength to pinch his ribs.
Consequently, his left hand played on her thigh like it was a piano.