No, I can't go on like this any longer—I'll lose control.
Zhao Xuehan then grabbed Lin Tian's hand and pushed him away forcefully, and said with embarrassed annoyance, "That's enough, keep teasing me, and I'll get angry!"
It was then that Lin Tian finally stopped.
"You watch TV here, Xuehan, I'm going to wash the dishes and scrub the pots in the kitchen," Lin Tian said.
After that, without waiting for Zhao Xuehan to say anything more, Lin Tian strode toward the kitchen.
Time quickly moved on to past nine in the evening.
Zhao Xuehan spread a mat on the floor of her room and placed a quilt and pillow on top of it.
Clearly, she intended for Lin Tian to sleep on the floor.
Of course, Lin Tian didn't mind; he had even wondered if Zhao Xuehan would have him sleep on the living room sofa or in her dad's room.
Now that Zhao Xuehan was in the same room with him, Lin Tian was secretly delighted.
"It's getting late, let's go to sleep," Zhao Xuehan said, her face flushed.
"Mhm, mhm."
