Miss Shi never blushed, nor did she feel awkward. After a bunch of nonsense, she didn't feel guilty at all. She simply sat down on the sofa, eyes fixed on the human-shaped pillow, wondering if the dog of a man would let her keep it, even though it was her possession, but after all, it was his face.
Yan Shixiu smiled wryly, leaned forward, and asked, "I'm right here, where are you looking?"
Shi Lan met his gaze with an annoyed look, wearing an expression that seemed to challenge, "What are you going to do about it?"
"I'm asking you, when did I ever bump into you?" Mr. Yan began to inquire, cherishing this moment of solitude deeply in his heart.
"Not before, but now you have," Shi Lan fully embodied the spirit of shamelessness.
"Oh? How did it happen?" Yan Shixiu raised his tone of voice.
Shi Lan: "..."
Flirt with me one more time, why don't you?
Iron Straight Lan could smash your skull open!
"Mr. Yan, your deceased wife is not even cold in her grave yet."
