A moment later, Ye Jiuliang emerged from the bathroom with her little face burning red.
The tattered black T-shirt she had been wearing was gone, replaced by a loose, simple white T-shirt that made her look even slimmer.
"Little wolf cub."
Li Mochan pressed up against her from behind.
Ye Jiuliang glanced sideways at that shameless person and secretly ground her back teeth.
"Stay away from me."
"Look, even the corner of my mouth is cracked," Li Mochan said, blocking her way and pressing his fingertips against his thin lips.
He still dared to say it. Ye Jiuliang glared at him, "Serves you right."
Biting him was already being lenient.
Li Mochan tugged at his lip, then unexpectedly scooped her up horizontally, "Feeling shy?"
"Who's feeling shy." Ye Jiuliang snorted, and the faint red on her face gradually faded.
