It was only a thin piece of fabric. How could it withstand her rough movements?
The soft white lumps on her chest were almost fully revealed…
Ye Sijue took a deep breath and got down of bed. Suddenly, he reached out and carried her off the bed.
"… What are you doing? Un-uhh, let me go…"
Mo Xiaomeng's body was weakened, and her struggle almost had about the same strength like a mosquito.
"Shut up!" Ye Sijue said coldly.
Mo Xiaomeng pouted as she was carried into the bathroom and placed in the bathtub.
The next second, a stream of water sprinkled from the above her head.
Mo Xiaomeng had been feeling hot all over her body when she was suddenly splashed with cold water, and she couldn't help but tremble from the chill.
"It's so cold! It's so cold!"
Ye Sijue pinched her chin and forced her to tilt her head back, ruthlessly sprinkling the cold water on her little face to wake her up.
