He Nan chuckled quietly and stopped teasing her. As if appeasing a child, he patted her head and said, "I'm not even interested in your sprout-like figure yet. Hurry up and take a shower, come back and go to bed early. We need to get up early tomorrow to get everything arranged, as we'll be leaving for Beijing the day after tomorrow."
Shen Mianmian: "..."
Turns out they were just chatting under the covers; she had thought too much!
That's not right; she wasn't a sprout-like figure. She was developing quite well, thank you very much, and even Yang Xiaoxi occasionally envied her figure.
Seeing her suddenly huffing, as if she were quite discontent, He Nan chuckled again and said, "What? You seem a bit disappointed."
"Not at all."
Shen Mianmian's face turned red, and she quickly left with her clothes in hand.
