In the blink of an eye, the little one in Tang Li's arms transformed into a human anatomy expert.
Yet still a jack of all trades, master of none type of amateur expert.
Song Baiyan looked down and met Tang Li's bright, crystal-clear eyes, her thoughts clearly written on her face; he didn't know whether to laugh or to re-educate this clingy little thing a few more times.
Feeling cornered by her stare, Song Baiyan spoke up, "Last time you bit me, the scab took a few days to heal and didn't get better."
Tang Li: "..."
"Really?" Tang Li pursed her lips, "'I didn't really use much force, maybe it's because you shower every day which makes the wound wet."
As she spoke, her right hand reached out.
Just when her hand touched the man's Adam's apple, Song Baiyan caught it: "Where are you touching?"
Tang Li explained, "I'm just checking your wound."
A moment later, with a flip, she climbed onto Song Baiyan.
