Ji Xinxin's eyes narrowed slightly in confusion, "What do you mean by shaking your head?"
Ling Chuxia wasn't afraid of losing face in front of Ji Xinxin anymore. Her cheeks slightly flushed, her voice very low and soft, "I have taken the initiative before...but..."
Ling Chuxia clenched her hands firmly and recounted her previous experiences in detail. However, before she could finish, Ji Xinxin was already laughing and lying on the table, unable to speak fluently. Her hand hung heavily over the table, unabashedly mocking her, "Xiaxia, do you call that taking the initiative? With your dull and wooden appearance, how could any man be responsive toward you? No wonder Shi Che isn't willing to touch you."
"…!"
Ji Xinxin spoke so bluntly that Ling Chuxia's cheeks flushed red. By the end, she was almost furiously embarrassed, "Then what should I do?"
