Moreover, Yin Shaojie knew very well that this wretch was very thin-skinned.
Mu Xiaoxiao only dared to put on an act in front of him, but she was not so thick-skinned to do that toward others.
Song Shijun joked, "Oh, our Young Master Jie is feeling sorry for her!"
Yin Shaojie narrowed his eyes and stared with a demonic gaze at Song Shijun, his eyes obscuring his thoughts.
Song Shijun felt a strange chill down his spine, and he said embarrassedly, "Okay, okay. You guys should stop scaring Xiaoxiao. Let's not go too far."
"No need!" Mu Xiaoxiao suddenly said as she stood up with her hands on her hips, glaring at everyone.
"If we're going to play, we'll play to our hearts' content! What's so scary about accepting my losses? Yours truly has never known fear!"
Everyone's eyes gleamed.
So? Must she obey the command and French kiss Yin Shaojie?
Their eyes flashed with brilliance as they anticipated a good show.