Xi Luo paused for a moment, then turned around and slammed the wardrobe door shut, "Me? Short? Legs?"
Hearing this, Zong Zhan shamelessly scrutinized her legs. Somehow, absentmindedly, he lifted the hem of her white shirt, "Not really..."
The man's words were stuck in his throat.
Xi Luo's eyes widened instantly.
She seemed to be not wearing anything underneath!
Zong Zhan's index and middle fingers were still grasping the shirt hem, his gaze fixated on a certain spot, unable to look away.
Xi Luo, realizing what was happening, quickly swatted his hand away and clamped her legs together, "What the hell! Don't you know not to look at things you shouldn't!"
The words sounded calm, but only Xi Luo knew how flustered she really felt inside.
The usual tussling only involved physical contact, but this blatant accident took her by surprise.
Zong Zhan withdrew his hand and bit his tongue lightly, somewhat experienced in his praise, "Nice heart shape."
