"Mommy, we're not doing anything, don't get the wrong idea," Maomao startled, hastily prying Jian Tianlin's hand off and quickly standing up.
Jian Tianlin, with his eyes closed, played dead and continued to feign sleep.
Xiya smoothed her hair by her ear, smiling, "I didn't see anything, you guys carry on, I'm just passing by to 'soy sauce'."
She thoughtfully stretched her hand out to close the door and finally, she waved her hand, "Good night."
"Mommy."
Maomao ran over, and the door slammed shut.
She halted in her tracks, a black line crossing her forehead.
Now, even jumping into the Yellow River wouldn't wash her clean.
Thinking of the instigator of this mess, she turned her head to look at the man lying on the sofa, grinding her teeth fiercely.
Jian Tianlin propped himself up with one hand on the sofa, calmly meeting her gaze, his long fingers spreading out towards her, "Come here."
