He was sulking because of the guy who picked up the ball for her at the playground, and she directly brought up old accounts from months ago.
Li Shengxiao thought she was changing the subject.
But faced with her pouting doubts, the anger in his chest inexplicably subsided.
"No, I would refuse them."
"What if they don’t leave and start crying on the spot with red eyes?"
He was indifferent, releasing his grip with arrogance and nonchalance, "I would never let someone add me on WeChat casually."
Rong Yan was taken aback for a moment, but it made sense.
With his status, many people wanted his WeChat but couldn’t get it. It wasn’t like he could give it out like an ordinary person.
"Aside from Cui Jiangjing and them, you’re the only one on my WeChat." While she was lost in thought, Li Shengxiao suddenly lowered his head, his voice husky, "Oh, I forgot, there are also some Li Group staff. That time was because you wanted to eat those popular pig trotters, I added them to give likes in their moments. They usually don’t send me messages, so it’s like they’re not even added."
Rong Yan remembered the first time she took him to Huangji Sour and Spicy Noodles.
At that time, the store was having a promotion where if you posted about their newly launched pig trotters on your moments and got 66 likes, you could get a free portion.
He seemed to have posted on his moments, and soon after, had the owner e over to get her a free portion.
That was probably when he added some Li Group executives on WeChat.
But those people were smart enough to know it was the boss’s personal WeChat, and no one would foolishly message him casually.
So, those 66 people became 66 characters, quietly lying in his contact list, never once lighting up.
After snapping back to reality, Rong Yan argued, "But I didn’t do anything with that boy! I just picked up the ball and gave it back to him. He just asked for the ball back, didn’t say or do anything inappropriate, right?"
Why on earth is he getting jealous!
Li Shengxiao’s deep-set features leaned towards her, his tall figure towering over her, "The way he looked at you was wrong."
"..."
What kind of look was that boy giving her, glaua or cataracts?
"He likes you."
"..."
Oh, e on!
Rong Yan felt like calamity fell from the sky, her mouth twitching, "You’re overthinking it. He’s only 18. He would like someone his own age."
He seemed to latch onto this issue, "You look like you’re the same age as him."
Rong Yan was floored, retorting, "If I’m 18, then we’re not the same age."
Li Shengxiao suddenly grasped her wrist, his palm burning, his voice deep, "...Yanyan, I’m older than you."
"?"
Rong Yan’s entire focus was on her wrist, encircled by him, making it hard for her to concentrate.
"That boy is only 18, but I’m older than you."
Young boys are full of energy and vitality, he lacked those things!
He’s stubborn, brooding, sometimes even domineering.
She had never brought up any of these traits.
Rong Yan, being emotionally intelligent, immediately understood what he was thinking, feeling both amused and frustrated, suddenly stood on tiptoe, hooked her arms around his neck, and forcefully pulled him towards her.
Her soft lips pressed against his thin ones.
Li Shengxiao’s pupils shrank into needlepoints!
After a peck on the lips, Rong Yan quickly let go, struggling to calm her heartbeat and the redness creeping to her ears, mumbled, "I’m not 18, I’m 24 years old."
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