It had never occurred to Zhang Jiren that there would be a time when he would be teasing Li Meili like this. Their usual conversation was far from being so lighthearted. They usually just had cordial conversations— those that revolved around polite and normal topics like not so close friends shared with each other. He had no idea where his courage to talk to her like this came from.
"I'm going to sleep so you better stop talking nonsense now, Zhang Jiren," Li Meili warned him, refusing to face him as she buried her blushing face against a huge bolster pillow on her right side.
"Nonsense?" He laughed. "But you were the one who suggested using the used shirt method, so why is it my fault now?"
"Just as you said, I suggested it." Li Meili so wanted to face him right now and give him a good smack on his head, but managed to stop herself. She had tried not to cause more trouble for him and reminded herself to have patience with this man.
