"If you don't call, I won't let you go." Di Mo Xuan eye's turned crafty, his fingers clasped onto her waist tightly.
Rogue!
Scoundrel!
Ye Qing Luo was so bitter shy that she bit her lip and pushed Di Mo Xuan's chest away with her hands: "Stop fooling around!"
"I am not." Di Mo Xuan's deep-set eyes stared into Ye Qing Luo intensively, "You can try, how serious I am."
The long arm increased the force, Ye Qing Luo's petite body fell back into Di Mo Xuan's arms once again.
She was held tightly in his arms; her arms and legs unable to move an inch.
Oh! My! Gosh!
Ye Qing Luo's mind was swirling with vulgarities.
Almost collapsing.
His seriousness, she saw it!
Ye Qing Luo sullen her face, gritted her teeth and spat the words out of her mouth unwillingly: "Ah! Xuan!"
The man finally relaxed his arms with a satisfied look.
Ye Qing Luo leaped down the branches with the wind blowing against her gloomy face.