In the Deep Vortex of His Pupils
Editor: Atlas Studios
His voice…
It was what Ye Qiaoxin had heard while sitting at the desk.
Rong Xuelong shook her head and waved her hand. "I'm okay, I won't lose a piece of flesh."
She straightened up and pinched her waist. "Fortunately, there's no meat to lose."
The young man smiled. "You're not fat. Why are you saying this?"
"Come on, Jiang Chenglong. Do you think you can get me to help you with your holiday homework just by saying such nice words?"
Rong Xuelong said lazily.
Ye Qiaoxin was shocked.
Rong Xuelong called that youth… Jiang Chenglong!
The young man was Jiang Chenglong. Then the boy just now was—
"That bastard Jiang Chengxi, the next time we meet, see if I don't flatten his nose!" Rong Xuelong gritted her teeth angrily. "He actually threw me to that group of hooligans halfway through our date! If I lost a piece of flesh today, I would have executed him by a thousand cuts!"