Zhang Jingdong's right hand quietly slipped over Isabella's curvy waist.
"You're speaking too softly, I can't hear you at all."
Isabella had to try to raise her voice a little: "…I love you…is this better?"
"Still not enough, your voice is too stiff, it lacks emotion."
Isabella pursed her lips and said as tenderly as possible: "…I love you, I really do."
Zhang Jingdong stifled a laugh: "That was passable, but I hope you can add a bit more sweetness. Have you seen the video of Marilyn Monroe singing Happy Birthday to Kennedy? Try mimicking her tone."
Isabella immediately felt a bit embarrassed and annoyed: "You did that on purpose, I…I'm not saying it again, you're so annoying!"
Zhang Jingdong directly reached out to embrace her waist: "That's perfect, I wasn't completely satisfied earlier, how about we head back to the restroom now?"
Isabella instantly backed down, quickly saying: "Alright, alright…I'll say it, just let go of me first!"
