Girl, Can You Escape?

“Brat, are you trying to take advantage of me? Ha! I’m fine! My body is perfectly okay. Stop touching me.” She felt uncomfortable with his actions.

“I was just concerned! How can you yell at me? You never call me by my name and always call me ‘brat’. Does Xiao Luo hate me?” Bin Zhengheng said with teary eyes.

“Okay, okay. I won’t yell at you. Heng, don’t be sad.” Ugh, why was her life so difficult? Seeing him on the verge of tears made her feel guilty. With women almost seeing through her, she softened her voice to comfort Bin Zhengheng.

Ah!

Life is truly difficult, Luo Yaling sighed.

“Mm!” Bin Zhengheng wiped away his almost-falling tears, feeling victorious. Great! Xiao Luo called him by name. He needed to work harder.

“Heng, let’s talk to that lady.” Luo Yaling pulled Bin Zhengheng towards Zhuo Ning, not waiting for his response.

She noticed Shen Yixuan had left his companion, who was now drinking champagne alone.

This instantly dropped Bin Zhengheng’s mood. Was Xiao Luo going to declare war? Was that guy so good? Was their love just about age difference? He denied his thoughts.

He wouldn’t compromise. Destiny was in his hands; happiness was something to fight for. For now, he would quietly support her. He didn’t want her to hate him; he wanted to do his part well.

Thump thump thump… She was so excited! It was like she was about to steal someone’s husband, like a villain. No, no. How could she think of herself as a villain? She was a kind-hearted girl, Luo Yaling thought smugly.

“Excuse me, Miss, may I sit here?” Luo Yaling politely greeted Zhuo Ning.

A momentary surprise crossed Zhuo Ling’s face, then she smiled softly. “Of course.”

“Can we chat? My surname is Xiao. I wanted to ask your name because I was so surprised by how beautiful you are,” Luo Yaling said, feeling a bit shameless. However, women like compliments; she was no exception.

Nearby, Bin Zhengheng almost spat out his champagne upon hearing the praise. Did she need to be so forward? He thought. But his Xiao Luo was always unexpected.

Composing himself, he elegantly sipped his champagne.

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