Xing Yanjie didn't speak but glanced at Ye Sihan before turning around and walking towards the door.
Xing Ling followed, changing her shoes.
Just as she was lifting her foot, her arm tightened, and she was pulled over—
"Ah!" Xing Ling lost her balance and fell into Ye Sihan's arms. "What are you doing? I'm going out with my elder brother..."
Before she could finish, the door closed.
Looking again, Xing Yanjie had left by himself, with absolutely no intention of waiting for her.
Is this... is this what an elder brother is like?
"Wife, are you mad at me? Huh?" Ye Sihan's voice was low and hoarse. "If I did something wrong, I'll change."
"I'm not mad at you, I'm just in a bad mood, maybe my period is coming... Don't touch me." Xing Ling struggled in his arms, "Ye Sihan..."
"Alright, I won't touch." Ye Sihan let her go.
Otherwise, with Xing Ling's tickling-strength, she wouldn't have been able to break free.
Xing Ling stood a meter away, "Aren't you going back?"
"No rush."
