"Come on, go back to your room!"
"You can talk, but don't touch me." Lu Xingzhi felt like she was constantly being flirted with.
"Zhi Zhi, you are my fiancée." Huo Jincheng leaned lazily against the wall, eyes full of mischief as he explained.
What kind of twisted logic is this?
Can such an explanation really work?
Lu Xingzhi said, "According to your logic, can I do whatever I want with you?"
"Others can't, but you definitely can." Huo Jincheng twirled a strand of Lu Xingzhi's hair around his finger. "But, what do you want to do with me?"
"That's not what I meant." Lu Xingzhi bit her lip, not being naturally eloquent, she was at a loss for words.
"You smell so good. Didn't you promise to let me use your shower gel? Why haven't you given it to me?" Huo Jincheng placed his hand on Lu Xingzhi's arm again.
She had just showered and was wearing pajamas, a spaghetti strap nightdress with a comfortable fabric.