Suddenly, a patter of footsteps sounded from outside.
Ye Jiuliang's gloom faded from her eyes, and a mischievous smile appeared on her lips.
You dare to flirt with me, Li Mochan, you're doomed.
Looking up, the man's excessively handsome face was clearly reflected in the depths of her eyes.
Ye Jiuliang shouted at the top of her voice, "Sir, don't mess around! Is anybody there... anybody?"
Li Mochan, "..."
You little rascal, still pretending, huh?
"Help, is there anyone out there?" As she watched his darkening face, Ye Jiuliang pulled a face at him, dancing on the edge of infuriating him.
"Hel..."
Suddenly her lips were pressed down, and a clear and cool fragrance lingered at her nose.
Ye Jiuliang blinked, looking dazed and silly.
Just when she felt she couldn't breathe, the man finally let her go.
He rubbed her nose gently, his voice low and husky, "Little rascal, still want to play?"
"Knock knock—"
"May I ask if something happened inside? Do you need help?"
