From childhood, whenever she got truly frustrated, she would grab and viciously twist the soft flesh on his waist.
Even though they had been apart for two years, some habits hadn't changed.
However, they hadn't seen each other in two years, and the flesh around his waist had become much firmer. Much to Shen Zhaozhao's surprise, she couldn't twist it at all.
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Well, this is awkward!
With her soft hands clutching at his waist, Sheng Chuyi sharply inhaled, his voice hoarse, "Shen Zhaozhao, let go!"
Regaining her composure, Shen Zhaozhao realized they were in public and reluctantly pulled her hands back, making a face at him before darting away.
Sheng Chuyi rubbed his waist, glanced in the direction the girl had escaped, and chuckled helplessly.
Coming out of the small shop.
He discovered the girl had not gone far and was sneakily waving at him from around a corner.
"What's up?" Sheng Chuyi walked over.
