Yao Mingyue's personality, if Xu Musen had to describe it using a small animal, it would be a little tiger.
She possesses a strong sense of territory, and any act daring to provoke her will surely come with a price.
In ancient times, there was Wu Song, who fought a tiger while drunk.
But if that tiger were replaced by Yao Mingyue, even eight Wu Songs would just be side dishes to her, because she would drug them…
And today, Xu Musen was even more certain that Yao Mingyue was still a little white tiger.
He had never seen Yao Mingyue at eighteen, so does this count as… fulfilling the regrets of his youthful phase in his last life?
"Thump thump thump..."
The bathroom door was knocked on again with a stick.
Xu Musen came back to his senses and coughed dryly, "You… have you put your pants on?"
"Or what? I'm not wearing them?"
Yao Mingyue's voice came through, gritting her teeth.
"Then I'm opening the door."
