But Li Chengyun was laughing, his laughter light as a breeze, "Look at you, angry. You can barely breathe; one kiss and you are panting so hard."
"You, rascal." Yu Jingrong clenched her fist and punched him hard.
Li Chengyun caught her fist, "Baby, don't be mad anymore."
Yu Jingrong felt weak, her voice full of disappointment: "What should I say to make you understand? I'm not just angry, I'm serious about this."
Upon hearing those words, Li Chengyun responded solemnly, "Jingrong, I can do anything for you, but not this one!"
Yu Jingrong was so angry, she reached out to push him away, "Fine, if you don't agree, then don't. Leave now. From today onward, we won't have anything to do with each other."
However, before she could push him away, Li Chengyun held her down, pacifying her, "Why do you need to tie their issues with ours? Whatever they do has nothing to do with us."