After Liang Shujun saw her two brothers off, she saw the little one with a flustered expression, "…Did they really leave?"
Shujun suddenly leaned in close to her. His breath was sweet, and he deliberately lowered his voice to a tone that was both seductive and seemingly aggrieved, saying, "Baobao can't play favorites; you can't always think about Yixuan and the others. Can't you think about me too, just a little bit?"
"Cough cough cough!"
She was drinking water and immediately choked. The water went down the wrong pipe, and she coughed as if her chest was about to explode.
Was he flirting with her?
She blinked weakly and said, "Can we be normal, please?"
Shujun's face was the picture of innocence. "Shujun is fine, Shujun is normal. Doesn't Baobao like it?"
Then, as if on purpose, he moved closer to her again, his arm brushing against her shoulder. The heat from his body came through the fabric, making her restless.
