Yang Fan, who dared not look Little Mother in the face, went over and gently pulled up Zhou Wenhui's waistband, ready to make his escape.
"Hold on, what's the rush? You're just pulling up my pants, I'm not going to eat you!" Zhou Wenhui said irritably, "I don't know what's up with these pants today, they keep getting stuck in the crotch. Help me pull them to the right a bit."
Yang Fan couldn't help but be stunned. What kind of pants would keep getting stuck in the crotch!
"Little Mother, this seems... a bit inconvenient for me," Yang Fan said hesitatingly.
If it had been any other time, he would have already done it.
After all, his Little Mother was a bold person. Normally, she didn't have so many scruples, and she was very casual in her speech and actions.
But now, Yang Fan really felt like a thief with a guilty conscience; he was a bit scared to touch her.
