Seven minutes later...

An Mengmeng could hardly hold on anymore. She felt that her neck had been numb for a long time. This damn Qingze was so damn disgusting! When she could get up, she would definitely beat him up. [Tucao Jun: Beat him up? Just beat him up.

Give me your strength and give it a massage...]

This little idiot is really, it doesn’t matter if he doesn’t feel sorry for himself, he does! In his opinion, it must have been seven or eight minutes, and her neck is already numb, right? What should I do with this cute little melon?

?

It was often at this time that he could come up with a way beyond the two hundred and fifty to persuade this cute little melon to give up.

"Mengqi, I know you can't speak anymore. Now I'm going to ask you a question. You can just nod or shake your head and answer me, okay?" Han Zeyu asked premeditatedly.

It was difficult for An Mengmeng to even nod her head and talk. She could only snort with a nasal voice: "Hmm——."

"Well, let me ask you, do you really not want to kiss me?"

He has asked this question for what seems like the third time? She can't answer it, so why is she still asking?

There was no other way, An Mengmeng had no choice but to nod her head with difficulty.
Chapter completed!