"I don't miss it, not one bit!" Fang Yi responded without hesitation, decisively giving Fang Yuying no chance to exploit.
But Fang Yuying had already shown her thick skin just now, so naturally, she wasn't embarrassed—instead, she seemed even more intrigued as she said, "Little guy, don't have a sharp tongue but a soft heart, don't be shy. Considering our relationship, even if you speak your mind, I won't laugh at you."
Fang Yi replied solemnly, "My true feelings are just as I said, I really don't miss it."
Fang Yuying glared with her beautiful eyes, exuding a fierce aura. Suddenly, she reached under the covers and attacked Fang Yi's thigh, pinching his flesh with her jade hand.
"Dear brother, quick, tell me if you've missed me," Fang Yuying said.
"I haven't," Fang Yi answered.
"Oh, still playing tough," Fang Yuying said as she squinted slightly and then squeezed tighter.
At this pinch, Fang Yi grimaced and sharply inhaled a breath of cold air.
