Routine, It’s All Routine

Ji Weixi stopped herself short from screaming. "Li Shaoling… It's dirty…"

"Saliva kills bacteria." Li Shaoling replied as he let her go, leaving her speechless.

Then, he suddenly snuggled up to her with an evil grin. "That's why we should kiss a lot more. It's good."

Ji Weixi's face went red. "I'm not sick," she retorted, "you should save that for the human race since you're that impressive."

Is she dumping him?

Li Shaoling's face darkened right then. "Ji Weixi, don't test my limit."

"And what's your limit, President Li?"

"You." He replied without hesitation.

She quickly turned her back on him and pretended to wash the cooking ingredients, even though her heart was already left perplexed.

Narrowing his eyes, Li Shaoling controlled his temper and walked to her, pulling her aside. "Your hand is hurt. I'll wash it."

He rolled up his sleeves, green veins popping up slightly over his wheat-colored skin.