Hong Jiaxin's ears and neck were flushed with a shy blush.
Pouting her red lips, she said softly, "Talk nonsense again, and I won't let you off easily."
As a tomboy, Hong Jiaxin had always given off a hearty impression.
Now, as she revealed a softer side, it created a unique charm.
After pushing Luo Yang away forcefully, Hong Jiaxin glanced at him profoundly.
"Squad leader, I still have something to tell you." Luo Yang felt slightly melancholic.
Having confessed his feelings, it was time for the farewell words to the beautiful places.
If he didn't speak now, there might not be another chance; he had to say it prematurely.
"I don't want to hear it," Hong Jiaxin turned around and walked away.
Luo Yang grabbed Hong Jiaxin's hand again and stopped her.
Just then, An Yuying walked out of the house and saw Luo Yang holding Hong Jiaxin's hand.
"Cowboy~" An Yuying said sourly.
"Sister An." Luo Yang immediately let go of the hand.