Chi Yangyang pinched his waist again, and looked at him pitifully: "I'm so sick, you still laugh, you big villain, really annoying."

She pinched him with great strength, but to Hang Jin, her strength was no different from tickling.

Hang Jin grabbed her hand, put it on his lips and kissed it gently: "Okay, I won't laugh anymore, but don't think about it, because what you think will never happen."