Chapter 670 - 670 Teasing Ouyang Feifei

Chapter 670: Chapter 670 Teasing Ouyang Feifei

(Chapter Six)

“I trust your character,” Ouyang Feifei still answered very calmly.

“This has nothing to do with character,” Luo Ziling shook his head, “Passionate men and women in the prime of youth, due to some accidental stimulation, can’t control themselves and do things they shouldn’t—this is very likely to happen. I think you wouldn’t deny that.”

Ouyang Feifei’s face turned a bit red, but she still said stubbornly, “If I am willing to accept it, then I won’t regret it. And if I am not willing to accept it, you can’t force me.”

“If I force you, would you be able to resist?” Luo Ziling laughed.

But Ouyang Feifei did not elaborate further and stood up.

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“How about you gift me another piece of your calligraphy? I plan to hang it in the living room downstairs,” Ouyang Feifei walked toward the study with an indifferent face, “I think, you wouldn’t refuse my request, right?”

Seeing Ouyang Feifei asking for his calligraphy with such an arrogant attitude made Luo Ziling very upset, and he immediately refused, “I’m not interested in writing right now.”

Ouyang Feifei did not expect Luo Ziling to refuse. She was stunned for a moment and looked at Luo Ziling incredulously, a hint of grievance in her eyes.

In recent years, countless famous calligraphers and painters wished to gift her their works, but she rejected them all. She had no interest in accepting gifts from those people, never feeling they were worthy of giving her anything nor that their works deserved to hang in her house.

Luo Ziling’s calligraphy was quite good, certainly much better than hers. With her level of appreciation, she believed Luo Ziling’s calligraphy was superior to that of those so-called masters. That’s why she felt that hanging a few pieces of Luo Ziling’s calligraphy would be quite classy.

Of course, the most important reason she had this thought was because of Luo Ziling himself. She was willing to hang his work in her home. She was not very interested in works from those whose calligraphy was better than Luo Ziling’s, or those done by Luo Liansheng or Luo Xusheng.

She just hadn’t expected Luo Ziling to actually refuse her to her face. She really wanted to rush forward and kick him hard to vent her frustration.

Seeing Ouyang Feifei looking at him with a face full of grievance, Luo Ziling was still going to continue to refuse with a hard heart, but seeing her lovely pouting lips, he felt a pang of compassion.

Since he had known Ouyang Feifei, what he saw the most was her cool and proud demeanor; she rarely let her emotions show on her face. You could say she was a woman whose joys and anger were not apparent in her expression.

It was rare to see her laugh or get annoyed. In Luo Ziling’s opinion, whether she was smiling or annoyed, she always looked better than having no expression at all. Especially when she smiled, she could truly be described as stunningly beautiful.

Luo Ziling timely caught Yang Qingyin’s mischievous hand and led her into the darkness.

“Senior Sister, have your family been pressuring you about anything lately? Any other movements?” Luo Ziling wrapped his arm around Yang Qingyin’s shoulders and slowly walked forward.

Yang Qingyin came out wearing a hat, and big glasses were also an essential accessory, while Luo Ziling also wore a pair of glasses, so they weren’t afraid of being recognized in the dark, and walking arm in arm without any reservations.

“I haven’t been home for a long time. My dad hasn’t called me, only my mom occasionally phones me. When I ask her about the situation at home, she just says that my dad is very busy, often not coming home, and she doesn’t know what he’s busy with. Anyway, I haven’t had any communication with him during this time, and I don’t want to go back home. As for whether they are planning anything, I can’t really find out much.” As she said this, Yang Qingyin felt a bit embarrassed, “Junior Brother, I’ve brought you trouble, and there may still be trouble in the future.”

“I’m not afraid of trouble,” Luo Ziling sighed, “I’m just worried about putting you in a difficult position. The one who cannot accept me is your father, one of the people closest to you. Actually, I don’t wish for you to fall out with your family because of me. Parents, after all, have the grace of raising us, and in the end, they still love their children. If you break with your family because of me, I would definitely feel very uneasy.”

Yang Qingyin didn’t expect Luo Ziling to say such things and was immediately touched. She took the initiative to hug Luo Ziling’s arm and teased with a smile, “I didn’t see that you had such a kind heart.”

“My heart has always been kind!” Luo Ziling reached out and pinched Yang Qingyin’s nose, “Which eye of yours saw me being unkind?”

“When you fight with people, you’re not kind at all,” Yang Qingyin said, and then giggled, “You look pretty scary when you do that.”

“I have to be like that because there’s no choice. If you don’t act fierce in a fight, you just get beaten up,” Luo Ziling said, and then threatened Yang Qingyin, “Next time if you don’t behave, I will also have to hit you. Spank your little bottom to keep you from being naughty all the time.”

“Would you have the heart to hit me?” Yang Qingyin pouted and looked at Luo Ziling with a huff. “If you dare to hit me, I’ll cry.”

Before Yang Qingyin could finish her words, Luo Ziling smacked her lightly.

Luo Ziling watched Yang Qingyin with a mischievous smile, “Cry then, quickly cry. I want to see how cute Senior Sister looks when she cries.”

“Annoying Junior Brother, actually hitting me,” Yang Qingyin lunged at Luo Ziling, claws bared, and threatened fiercely, “Aren’t you afraid of my revenge?”

“How do you plan to get revenge?”

“Bite you,” Yang Qingyin said, and grabbed Luo Ziling’s arm, indeed giving it a light bite. Luo Ziling seized the opportunity to scoop up Yang Qingyin, then started to dash around until, after Yang Qingyin’s repeated pleas, he finally put her down.

By this time, the two had already run to the lakeside. Luo Ziling pulled Yang Qingyin onto a bench that had just been vacated and let her lean against him.

However, before Ouyang Feifei could decide how to react, Luo Ziling had already stepped back awkwardly, quickly explaining, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to. Your expression was just so cute I wanted to pinch. Fine, I’ll write. If you don’t want to grind the ink, then I’ll do it myself.”

Ouyang Feifei’s expression did not change, but disappointment welled up within her involuntarily.

But in the end, she merely sighed inwardly and followed Luo Ziling into the study.