After Liang Shujun saw her two brothers off, she saw the little one with a flustered expression, "...Did they really leave?"
Shujun suddenly leaned in close to her. His breath was sweet, and he deliberately lowered his voice to a tone that was both seductive and seemingly aggrieved, saying, "Baobao can’t play favorites; you can’t always think about Yixuan and the others. Can’t you think about me too, just a little bit?"
She was drinking water and immediately choked. The water went down the wrong pipe, and she coughed as if her chest was about to explode.
Was he flirting with her?
She blinked weakly and said, "Can we be normal, please?"
Shujun’s face was the picture of innocence. "Shujun is fine, Shujun is normal. Doesn’t Baobao like it?"
Then, as if on purpose, he moved closer to her again, his arm brushing against her shoulder. The heat from his body came through the fabric, making her restless.
Dong Huiying looked at him pitifully, with an expression like she was about to be seduced to tears.
"Liang Shujun?" She bit her lower lip, then, as if to confirm something, hesitantly asked, "Are you really sure you want to keep flirting with me?"
The little thing was acting weird; he didn’t understand what she meant.
Was it what he thought it was?
He raised his eyebrows slightly, weighing the idea, and then nodded slightly. Her eyes flickered, and she bared her teeth a little.
"I can’t be blamed for this."
Suddenly, she stood up, startling Liang Shujun; fear appeared in his eyes at the same time.
He scuttled back instantly, while she took a step forward, closing in on him again.
His face slowly turned pale.
Had he gone too far in teasing her?
Was she finally acting "normal," was she about to hit him?
But the next moment, her dark little hand ’smack’, landed on the wall behind Shujun.
She was short, but he was tall, and now she trapped this "goblin" between herself and the wall, her eyes gleaming with a hint of sly pride.
"Ahem?" Shujun swallowed hard, his face looking a bit ill.
Was this a case of getting what he deserved?
Her eyes, full of water, were also full of shy mischief as she pretended to be frivolous: "Sansan, I really love your face. Look at how handsome you are—these eyebrows, these eyes, this nose, and these lips, truly delightful."
She extended her little dark hand with no restraint, as if siphoning oil. Her fingertips began from above his eyebrow, gradually moving down, finally resting on his smooth chin.
Shujun’s face was almost green, and a vein was throbbing in his temple.
He leaned back, and with a ’thunk’, the back of his head hit the wall.
In the past, this little thing quite disliked his frivolous demeanor, always scolding him for being indecent and frequently questioning whether he was cheating on her. That look of hatred and that fiery temperament showed that she really cared about such matters.
And the so-called ’cheating’ was not about love, but pure personal pride—at least, that’s how Shujun understood it.
Thinking back... Actually, he was not originally , but ever since that one time when she got drunk and almost forced herself on him, he’d been going out of his way to become the person she loathed the most.