Song Yi gave a forced smile: "In front of you, can that thing stay put on me?"
His hand, not a day is it well-behaved.
Tang Si lazily nodded: "True enough."
Song Yi threw a piece of clothing at his head: "That's nonsense."
Tang Si slowly removed the clothing from his face, revealing half of his face, his eyes like peach blossoms gazing at Song Yi: "Cursing again, little girl, not being good at all."
She thought this man, he's always like this, reckless and leisurely, teasing people in his lax demeanor.
"Talk seriously."
She's worried to death already.
Tang Si folded the clothing, sighed lightly, and walked over to grab her hand.
He slowly sat on the bed, pulling her gently till she sat on his lap.
With his arm around her shoulder, he spoke tenderly: "I told you not to worry about me, I know my own body."
