Little Lan saw him observing himself and felt even more excited. This guy, why is he being so restrained? If you want it, just tell me directly. Would I refuse you?
"What's wrong with you?" Little Lan stretched out her arm and gently touched Wu Xiaoyu, speaking coquettishly.
With her robust figure paired with such a soft and delicate voice, it was like Sammo Hung with Lin Chi-ling's voice, making one shiver and feel a chill down their spine.
Big sister, can we talk properly? Wu Xiaoyu bitterly smiled inwardly and said, "No... nothing! I'm just a bit tired and want to rest. If possible, could you be a bit quieter?"
Upon hearing this, Little Lan involuntarily bit her index finger and looked at Wu Xiaoyu with innocent eyes, nervously asking, "Did I do something wrong? Did I do something to make you unhappy?"
"Big... big sister, can we not do this? I have a small heart, and I'm scared!" Wu Xiaoyu curled up, pretending to be afraid.
