Hong Jiaxin naturally understood what An Yuying cared about, but pretended to be confused.
She suppressed a laugh and said indifferently, "I don't want to eat."
Seeing the two beauties engage in a silent battle, Luo Yang wanted to laugh but it was not appropriate to do so.
"Sister An, sit down first." Luo Yang pulled An Yuying by the hand and dragged her over.
An Yuying then sat down next to them.
At that moment, Luo Yang used his right hand to move Hong Jiaxin's leg, making her sit astride his thigh.
"What are you doing?" Hong Jiaxin said coquettishly.
"Class Rep, it's more convenient to hold you this way," Luo Yang said with a smile.
Hong Jiaxin's ample "snowy mountains" were close at hand, and Luo Yang felt the urge to taste them with his mouth.
If An Yuying weren't there, Hong Jiaxin wouldn't have sat on Luo Yang's thigh.
An Yuying, seeing Luo Yang handling Hong Jiaxin and still holding her, said in a sweet voice, "Cowboy, why are you holding Jiaxin like that?"