"Ha~" Zhan Yeche's sexy thin lips slightly curled up in a nice arc, speaking from the heart.
This silly girl...
"Why are you laughing!?" The only one frowned slightly, pursed his red lips, and pointed at Zhan Yeche.
"Your clothes..." Zhan Yeche spat out these words calmly and looked at Weiyi in amusement to see what her reaction would be next.
"What?!," Youyi lowered his head in confusion, looking at a brown flower blooming gorgeously on his snow-white clothes, which was really eye-catching.
"Nani!!!" The only one with dilated pupils couldn't help but said, "Um...my clothes!"
The only one immediately looked like he was about to die, blinked his eyes dissatisfied, and gently wiped the area wetted by the coffee with his small hand, making it moist.
"...Zhan Yeche! Why didn't you tell me just now!?" The only one sighed helplessly at the clothes, raised his head and blamed Zhan Yeche, pointing his little finger at Zhan Yeche, as if he was asking for guilt.
.It seems that this matter is his fault.
Zhan Ye Che! You lunatic!... You are happy when others make jokes, aren't you!?
Zhan Yeche didn't say anything, just sneered, stood up, and looked down at Youyi, who was half a head shorter than himself.
"Don't point at people like that." Zhan Yeche sounded like he was saying it calmly, but actually it contained impatience. His warm palm grabbed the only weak and boneless hand and ordered domineeringly.
"Do you know?" With a paralyzed face and slightly raised handsome eyebrows, he leaned over to Yiyi's ear and said coldly.
"You!" The only one was frightened by this strong sense of oppression. He pouted helplessly and put his hand down.
"Is this right?" Zhan Yeche gently let go of his only warm hand and walked forward, "Let's go home."