Li Jingmo turned around, and upon seeing him leave, Feng Bai quickly grabbed his hand, "Why are you walking away? You haven't told me when you'll pay me."
"...No!"
A slightly gritted voice came through, and Feng Bai glared unhappily at Li Jingmo, "What do you mean, 'no'? Why do others get it, and I don't? You just said there was."
Li Jingmo lowered his head to look at the beautiful and charming Feng Bai. Even when she was angry, her face was still so beautiful, adorably flushed with anger. He couldn't help but reach out and pinch Feng Bai's soft cheeks.
Feng Bai looked at Li Jingmo confusedly and slapped his hand away, "Why are you pinching me? It hurts like hell."
Feng Bai stepped back, rubbing the cheek that Li Jingmo had pinched. Does this man have a sickness, pinching her like that?
Li Jingmo withdrew his hand and placed it in his pocket, his posture lazy yet noble and elegant.
