“What are you doing?”
Ming Shu walked out of the restaurant with a piece of bread in her mouth. She bumped into the person who was moving things from her room.
Zong Yu raised his chin and gestured upstairs.
Upstairs?
What a joke!
Ming Shu snatched the thing from his hand and smiled. “I think it’s pretty good down there.”
Zong Yu’s hand was empty. He didn’t get angry. He just nodded and went upstairs.
Ming Shu:”...”
This Little Devil Is Strange.
He can’t talk and is not easy to deal with.
He ate two more mouthfuls of bread to calm himself down.
Ming Shu thought he had stopped, but that night, Zong Yu brought her down with a pillow.
Ming Shu:”...”
Ming Shu blocked him out of the door. “Mr. Landlord, is it necessary for us to stay in the same room?”
Zong Yu hugged the pillow and nodded.
It’s necessary.
It’s very necessary.
“I don’t think it’s necessary,”Ming Shu said. “You see, we are just...”
Zong Yu suddenly bent down and went under her arm.
