Song Yi paused her actions, squatting and looking over to Tang Si's side: "What's going on? That just means you have a big butt."
"...?"
Tang Si didn't follow her train of thought and opposed her wearing that outfit: "You're wearing this, it doesn't cover a thing."
He even wanted to throw the thing out right now.
Song Yi squatted in front of her suitcase, looking at it, a small figure.
Just wrapped in a bath towel, her hair messy and scattered, covering her fragrant shoulders and back.
She tilted her head to look at Tang Si, her pretty brows and eyes carrying a bright smile: "It has some stretch, you know, so it definitely won't cover your butt."
"How come you're calling the shots now? Do you remember the first time you took me to the police station? I was wearing a camisole then."
"Why didn't you say anything that time?"
As she spoke, she pulled out a pair of very short shorts, perfect to pair with canvas shoes.
Casual and cool.
