"Tuck yourself in and smother you to death, you little rascal?"
Looking at the text message Chu Yang had sent, Lin Qingxue's expression froze instantly. Gritting her teeth, she quickly typed back on her phone: "Chu Yang, I haven't beaten you in three years, are your hands itching for a thrashing? Are you looking for trouble?"
*Smother you to death, you little rascal.*
*I'll smother your damn face to death, you dog of a man!*
Chapter 25