"Little one, are you looking for this?"
Xia Weiyi looked up and saw Ye Che holding a pair of panties, swinging them in front of her eyes.
Her face turned red, she glared at Ye Che with feigned annoyance, then reached out to snatch the panties and roughly tore off the tag on them.
Ye Che sat lazily on the sofa, holding another bra, and started to comment on it.
"You see you usually like to wear those pink ones, with lace, and I remember there's even one with a cat face on it, how childish..."
"Then look at the one I picked for you, pure black, with lace, so sexy—Yiyi, let's wear these from now on, okay? You're twenty, not twelve, right?"
No sooner had Ye Che finished speaking than a pair of panties hit him in the face, accompanied by Xia Weiyi's fierce voice, "Ye Che, if you utter another word of nonsense, I just won't wear any!"
Ye Che pulled the panties off his face, his eyes and brows full of laughter: "Not wearing any, eh..."
