He instructed the servants to clean out the trash can before sitting down on the edge of the bed.
His hand ventured beneath the blanket, precisely grabbing Lu Meng's wrist.
From under the blanket came her coquettish protest, "What are you doing, let go of me."
Her hand slapped the back of his hand mercilessly a few times.
Song Yunchi didn't flinch, instead flipping the blanket open. With the blanket no longer concealing her, Lu Meng was defenseless.
Feeling rather infamous, she realized she was always led by the nose by him, her emotions swayed by him.
Extremely annoyed!
When annoyed, she couldn't help but want to hit him.
She extended her foot and kicked him in the chest, "You're annoying!"
Song Yunchi was startled, then grabbed her soft little foot and laughed lowly, "Am I annoying, or is what I said annoying?"
"Both are annoying."
His thin lips kissed the top of her foot, "Alright, then just let me be annoying. How about I help you apply some anti-stretch mark oil?"
