Shi Tingbai came out after washing up, his body covered in a thin layer of moisture and his black eyes seemed watery. Lu Yiyu stared at him for a while.
He chuckled.
"Nice figure."
Shi Tingbai blushed and gave him a death glare. "That's none of your business."
Such a hot-tempered boy, Lu Yiyu licked his lips and grinned, "Alright, alright, let's get down to business." He pointed towards the table, "Look, I even ate the ghastly dish you cooked up. We're even."
"I'm not even with you!"
Lost in the heat of the moment, Shi Tingbai shook his hand off.
This old fart was really... terrible!
"Okay, okay, you can hold it against me. Next time, I'll make it up to you in the same way."
Lu Yiyu dragged him towards the sofa.
Honestly, even he found himself a little baffling.
This boy is becoming more and more…
"Let go!" Shi Tingbai struggled.
His face pale with anger.
