Lu Ping was startled and before he could figure out what was happening, Ye Feixue whispered into his ear with a plea, "Big brother Lu, please help me, pretend to be my boyfriend, this Feng Xifan keeps pestering me..."
"Ah? How can this be okay?"
Just as Lu Ping was about to refuse, Ye Feixue grabbed his hand, and in a coquettish tone, said sweetly, "Oh, why did you only come just now, making me wait so painfully?"
She held Lu Ping's hand tightly and deliberately scratched the palm lightly.
Lu Ping looked up and met Ye Feixue's pair of eyes that were filled with grievance and pleading, rapidly blinking at him, fervently hinting.
As the two of them were close, Lu Ping could clearly smell the fragrance emanating from Ye Feixue's body.
The two soft and full mounds were tightly pressing against his arm, rendering him immobile.
The tingling sensation coming from his palm almost made Lu Ping lose his strength.