"..." Tang Li suddenly felt the urge to bite someone.
"Don’t think I don’t know, you’re afraid that I have indecent designs on you, so you locked the glass door to prevent me from entering your room. I sent you messages, you didn’t even reply."
"Sent me a message?" Song Baiyan asked gently.
"Also, you ignored my knocking on your door, leaving me outside feeding the mosquitoes."
Tang Li continued to accuse.
Before long, her body was released.
Even while squatting in front of Tang Li, Song Baiyan was still slightly taller than the girl sitting on the small stool, his grey shirt sleeves rolled up, left arm resting on his legs, and a hint of a smile in the corner of his eyes: "It seems mosquitoes also like pretty girls."
Tang Li pursed her lips slightly.
Then she noticed Song Baiyan wasn’t wearing pajamas.
It was the shirt and trousers he wore in the evening.
Tang Li asked, voicing her inner doubts.
From the first time she went back to the guest room, it had been an hour or so till she came downstairs.
Therefore, when she went there again, Song Baiyan might not have been in the guest room.
In that case, it seemed she had wronged him.
Tang Li felt somewhat uneasy, her hands clutching the edges of the stool: "Anyway, the fact that you locked the door is true, and my pillow is still at your place. I couldn’t sleep well because I had no pillow to use."
So, it was all his fault, after all.
This somewhat impudent conclusion was met with a smile from Song Baiyan.
The smile of a grown man, even though restrained and not boisterous, left Tang Li flustered, her original "accusations" completely forgotten, and she couldn’t help but ask, "What were you doing outside just now?"
Song Baiyan threw the remaining salt he was holding into the nearby trash can: "Took a stroll in the courtyard, not the kind of entertainment that young people like." Thɪs chapter is updated by novelꞁire.net
"Who says, I like it very much." Tang Li emphasized, "Walking at night helps with sleep, aids digestion, and boosts physical strength."
While speaking, she unexpectedly added: "As long as you weren’t out to meet other lovers, walking or running doesn’t matter."
Song Baiyan sighed, "One is already too much to handle, where would I get the energy to find another?"
This statement made Tang Li’s scalp tingle.
Yet, her heart was wrapped in sweetness.
Even though she was nearing 27 in reality, occasionally she displayed the innocence of a girl not yet 20.
Hearing Song Baiyan say this, she couldn’t help but want to firmly solder their relationship: "You’ve already touched me, so you’re mine now, no being fickle."
On this topic, Song Baiyan was clearly at a disadvantage.
The older he was compared to her, the more he had to be careful with his words at times .
Sometimes he was also afraid of scaring her.
In front of a real tiger, a paper tiger often cannot stand a blow.
However, this paper tiger never learns.
Tang Li added, "Just now, after you touched me, I didn’t get the chance to tell you how it felt."
Rarely, Song Baiyan did not shut down the topic: "Planning to give a detailed description?"
Facing the man’s deep and gentle eyes, Tang Li’s cheeks heated up, but she still uttered those two words: "I just wanted to tell you, it’s very hard and very warm."
As her words fell, Song Baiyan’s gaze towards her shifted.
Even if subtle, she noticed.
Tang Li did not back down, nor did her gaze wander.
After that, she was pulled over.
Tang Li, unsteady, could only hold onto the man’s arm, Song Baiyan’s slightly rough left hand had already slid into the waist of her sleeping pants.
The slight rubbing caused her to shudder.