Hong Jiaxin's cheeks carried a heroic air, and normally, her pretty face bore no traces of seduction.
But when her cheeks were flushed with red, she exuded a coquettish charm, a temperament that mixed seven parts softness with three parts sunshine, quite pleasing to the eye.
Her eyelashes were long, and when she blinked, it made her eyes seem all the more lively.
"Squad leader, I need to take a phone call," Luo Yang said.
"Like I care, I'm going to beat you up!" Hong Jiaxin playfully scolded.
The phone's ringtone indeed sounded.
But Hong Jiaxin was on a rampage and couldn't care less.
"Squad leader, I really need to take this call," Luo Yang said with a smile.
Seeing that he really was about to answer the phone, she stopped her attack for the moment.
"You're as good as dead anyway! I'll beat you to a pulp later!" Hong Jiaxin scoffed coldly.
At that moment, the phone had already completed one ring cycle, and the second started immediately after.