Xia Lingying heard this and let out a light laugh. She looked at Xiao Moyan playfully. Her thin hand gently rubbed along the collarbone, stroking her soft body like it had no bones. Xiao Moyan did not pay attention at all. She just squinted her eyes and wondered what was really in Xia Lingying’s little head. Seeing her hesitating like she wanted to say something but stopped, yet that little hand became more and more careless. It slid down all the way and rested on Xiao Moyan’s flat lower belly.
Her body shivered clearly. Xiao Moyan reached out and grabbed Xia Lingying’s hand. She bit her lower lip and looked at her angrily.
“Xiaxia, if you have something to say, just say it. Why are you acting like this—”
“What do you mean?”
