His tone was tinged with a hint of grievance as if he were a spoiled child. When Yu Lili heard that, she turned her head toward him in surprise.
She was met with Ou Ming's intense stare. His eyes were deep, bright, and shimmering. They were so beautiful that Yu Lili could get lost in them.
Ou Ming buried his face further into her neck and complained, "My legs are sore. Massage them for me."
"How did they get stolen?"
"I don't know. I put them in the pocket of my trench coat. I only found out that they were missing when I wanted to give you a call." Ou Ming's voice rumbled. "It's a good thing that I have a good memory. I remembered that you live here and walked for over 20 minutes. I didn't expect to arrive earlier than you."
Yu Lili was about to speak when Ou Ming pulled her hand and put it on his upper thigh. In the voice of a little kid, he whined, "They're sore."
