The Boy Is a Little Arrogant

Feng Ling clasped her hands and held them to his lips, blowing warm air over them to heat them. His heart melted. Bending down until his eyes were level with Lei Xiaoxiang’s, he asked gently, “You agree?” Lei Xiaoxiang looked away. “No!” Feng Ling flashed a smile that could topple kingdoms. “Then let’s go.”