"Cub, don't be mad." He wrapped an arm around her and pinched her pouty little face with the other hand.
"How about this, I let you get your advantage back?"
Ye Jiuliang released her hand and pushed him, "Scram."
This guy had no shame.
You just can't spoil a man.
Li Mochan took the opportunity to sit down on the sofa, and as Ye Jiuliang pushed his hand away to stand up, the arm around her waist pulled back, and she fell back down.
"Don't move, I'll blow dry your hair." Li Mochan took the hairdryer, pressed the switch, and warm air blew over.
Ye Jiuliang glanced at him sideways and hooked up a sly smile, "Li Mochan, let's discuss something."
"Don't call me by my full name." He frowned.
Ye Jiuliang touched her nose and wisely changed her address, "Mohan, look at my hand, it's still hurt, I can't possibly go to class wounded, right?"
The subtext was, you give me another leave of absence, better yet, for a few more days.
