"Oh, Director Qiao, I'm not a three-year-old child, who would I tell?" Song Xiaodong said to Qiao Yutong again.
The two of them climbed out of the pool, and Qiao Yutong immediately noticed the inappropriate bulge on Song Xiaodong's loose swim trunks.
"Wow, is it that serious? Are you going through puberty? Just one glance and you react?" Qiao Yutong smirked at Song Xiaodong.
Song Xiaodong shrugged innocently and said, "It's not something I can control, and besides, if anyone's to blame, it's you!"
"You're such a rascal!" Qiao Yutong reached out and pinched Song Xiaodong's arm.
"Stop pinching, look at all these marks, how am I going to explain this to my wife when I get back?"
Hearing this, Qiao Yutong stopped pinching and started to bite instead, grabbing Song Xiaodong's arm and taking a bite.
"Hey, hey, hey! What are you doing!" Song Xiaodong backed away.
