The two exchanged a glance, secretly relieved that this made things easier.
Ai Shan was just about to reach out, when in the next second, Liu Meng, who had been sleeping, suddenly sat upright, his eyes as big as copper bells staring fiercely at him.
"What are you up to?"
Ai Shan was frightened out of his wits by this sudden movement, his heart constricting sharply.
His hand froze in mid-air, the smile on his face instantly became rigid, turning as pale as paper.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but felt like his throat was blocked by something, unable to make a sound.
Beck was also badly scared, his body trembling unconsciously, the towel in his hand almost slipping away.
He looked at Liu Meng in terror, his brain working swiftly, trying to come up with a plausible excuse to explain their actions.
"I... I..." Ai Shan stammered, cold sweat dripping down from his forehead, rolling down his cheeks.
