Qin Xueyan froze mid-motion, her cheeks flushing crimson like a white cloth stained with red dye.
What—what was she doing? Just now, she had been shamelessly groping this little scoundrel all over like some needy, frustrated woman!
And what on earth was she holding in her hand right now? So round, so hard… Qin Xueyan hurriedly let go, but Fang Yang promptly shoved the object back into her hand.
Chapter 69