The two people left, but Song Yun felt a crisis was approaching because his Little Song Yun was poking straight into Li Shishi's smooth cheek. Just one bite from Li Shishi and his happiness for the rest of his life would be gone.
Song Yun lifted the blanket awkwardly and said, "They left."
"Hmm," Li Shishi said with her face red like a ripe apple. "Be more careful next time, I'm going back to my room now."
"Don't go, we're not done here," Song Yun said anxiously. "Qingluan might still be waiting at the door. If she catches you, all our efforts will be in vain."
"What should we do then?" Li Shishi turned around and glared at Song Yun. "Are you saying let that ugly thing keep poking me?"
His words made Song Yun's imagination run wild. Poking you? Where? The top, bottom, or the back? Cough, cough, the more Song Yun thought about it, the more excited he became, and he coughed twice to calm himself down. "This is my brother you're talking about, he's not as ugly as you say."
