"Little brat, what the heck are you thinking about, still breastfeeding!" Zhou Wenhui slapped Yang Fan's head away, "Go suck your sister-in-law's if you want milk, and stop targeting me, you irresponsible little brat."
"Zhou Wenhui, don't play the thief yelling 'stop the thief' on me, I never thought that way, you were the one who pulled me over!" Yang Fan yelled.
Zhou Wenhui's mouth suddenly lifted upwards, and she abruptly reached out again, yanked Yang Fan's ear, and forcefully pressed his head against her exceptionally perky bosom, "I can do it, but you can't talk about it!"
Yang Fan: ...
How could she have such strong hands!
He, a strapping man, was being handled like he was a child, easily dragged over with just one hand.
There's no justice in this!
Although the bosom under his head was really soft, his ear hurt more.
Yang Fan, raising his hands, hurriedly shouted, "Stop, stop, stop, don't pull anymore, it's really going to come off."
