Ye Tian gently wiped the juice from his chest for himself, and Yun Xinyan could only endure it, standing by his side. His movements were quite gentle, but no matter how Yun Xinyan looked at him, she felt something was off...
After Ye Tian had wiped the juice off Yun Xinyan's chest, he didn't let go. Instead, one of his hands remained on her chest.
"Dear sweet wife, is your underwear wet? If it's wet, let me wipe it for you, how about that?"
Ye Tian had a mischievous smile on his face, prompting Yun Xinyan to give him a scornful look.
"Go to hell!"
While Yun Xinyan and Ye Tian were playfully exchanging insults, a group of people completely surrounded their spot.
The leader was the same fat woman whom Ye Tian had slapped in the boutique earlier!
"Finally found you! You little punk, how dare you slap my face. This time, I'll make you pay!"
