"Right?" Su Qingsang said half jokingly and half seriously. "Look at this room of mine; it's not even as big as the walk-in closet in your house."
She lay on the bed, her fine black hair spread out around her and her expression soft. She was a picture of attractiveness and grace.
"My house is not even as big as the living room of your house. Thinking about how you, Young Master Huo, now live in my humble abode, makes me feel aggrieved for you?"
"Feeling aggrieved for me, is it?" Huo Jinyao's eyes darkened slyly and he caressed her waist with his hands.
Su Qingsang immediately shrank back from the ticklish feeling and started to giggle.
"Don't…don't you start."
"Still going to talk about how aggrieved I am?" Huo Jinyao did not stop the tickling and became even more enthusiastic about it. "Do you still feel aggrieved for me?"
"No, I don't, I don't." Su Qingsang was breathless from giggling and pleaded desperately with Huo Jinyao to stop.