Ye Fei felt her face explode, burning hot.
Her nose was pressed against his shirt, his mint scent was even more intense.
Zhao Gushen lowered his head, his gaze scorching as it fell on her forehead.
Ye Fei was still holding Ye Xiaomo with one hand, and with the other hand, she awkwardly pushed Zhao Gushen.
Her face was completely red.
"Don't touch recklessly." Zhao Gushen's tone was accusatory, as if she was deliberately taking advantage of him.
Ye Fei was dumbfounded.
Wasn't it just a push?
His throat moved deeply, and he slowly backed off a bit.
Finally giving Ye Fei some space to breathe, yet she was too embarrassed to look down at him.
Ye Xiaomo was amazed!
Did... did he give Zhao Gushen the chance to take advantage?
Ye Xiaomo angrily extended his chubby little hand, slapping it over Zhao Gushen's mouth.
Zhao Gushen: "..."
Zhao Gushen glanced at Ye Xiaomo indifferently, and finally stepped aside.
