"Huh?" Mo Lingyue tilted her head and looked at Yan Xiaosu's actions like a thief, with a slight curve in the corner of her mouth.
"Are you peeking?" Mo Lingyue walked up to Yan Xiaosu and looked at her panic face evilly.
"No...no." Yan Xiaosu puffed up her cheeks. Was she peeking? Well, didn't she just want to take secret photos?
Wait, the prerequisite for secret photography is to see it. But she hasn't seen it yet. That's still considered peeking.
"Really?" Mo Lingyue grabbed Yan Xiaosu's hand and forced her to look into her eyes.
"No...no." Yan Xiaosu lowered her head and avoided his gaze.
"Where are you looking?" Mo Lingyue smiled evilly and looked at Yan Xiaosu who lowered his head but glanced up from time to time.
"Huh?" I'm looking at where you are looking and when you can put away that terrible smile. Is there something wrong?
"You were obviously watching, but you said you weren't. How should I punish you..." Mo Lingyue smiled evilly and breathed softly on Yan Xiaosu's face.
Yan Xiaosu smelled the faint floral fragrance on Mo Lingyue and couldn't help but feel a little lost. It smelled so good. Why didn't Mao himself have it?
"Still watching?" Yan Xiaosu's dazed look was mistaken by Mo Lingyue for looking at him, and she smiled,
"No." Yan Xiaosu frowned, why does this person always think that others are looking at him? Really.
"It's okay, I know you don't want to admit it. This time, I'll let you see it all..." Mo Lingyue smiled evilly, then regardless of her resistance, she took her hand, put it on the corner of the towel, and gently
Just pull...
"Ah——" Yan Xiaosu's pig-like cry echoed throughout the apartment...