While Hong Jiaxin was speaking, Luo yang's attention was all on his chest where she was lying on top of him.
When Zhu Li learned what Luo yang had asked, she smiled faintly and said, "Jiaxin, he's clearly not interested in the wine but the fun beyond it. It's just an excuse. Just indulge him."
Upon hearing this, Luo yang laughed heartily.
Hong Jiaxin pouted her red lips and twisted Luo yang's ribs even harder, her face blushing as she said, "That won't do. If he dares to mess around, I'll beat him up."
Her shy face was tinged with a faint trace of annoyance, her eyes nearly brimming with tears.
Seeing Luo yang's smug smile, especially when she heard his familiar chuckle, she became even more annoyed. At first, she had been twisting him, but now she started pounding on his ribs with her little fists.
Given Luo yang's physique, he could take her punches without getting hurt. It was just a bit painful.
"Class leader, go easy," he said with a laugh.