900 Tournament

Bai Xi Xi waited until everyone had left before she finally came out of Fu Chen's embrace. Then, she looked up and shot Fu Chen an angry look.

This person probably knew that his teammates were coming behind him. Still, he did not say a word and let them tease her.

Bai Xi Xi snorted and turned around. However, before she could leave, Fu Chen grabbed her waist and pulled her body towards him again.

"Are you really not going to tell me anything?" Fu Chen raised a brow. The corner of his lips tilted up as if he was trying to seduce his girlfriend with his smile.

Bai Xi Xi slowly released his arms around her waist. "You will know about it sooner or later."

"Hmm..." Fu Chen pursed his lips as he pondered over her words. "Alright then."

Bai Xi Xi was still looking at Fu Chen with a playful look on her face when she suddenly felt his warm and thin lips pressed into hers.

It was a brief kiss.