Watching her reach out to cover her pocket, Nan Yuling couldn't help but stifle a laugh. The way she looked at this moment was just like a little girl fiercely guarding her treasure!
"Are you going to hand it over yourself, or should I do it?" He raised an eyebrow, pursed his lips with patience, and asked her.
Did she really think she could stop him?
"..." The man's serious demeanor left Su Xingyue feeling somewhat helpless deep down.
After wrestling with herself for a good while, she could only silently pull out that little bottle of makeup remover.
Seeing this, Nan Yuling curled his thin lips, giving her a "smart choice" expression.
He bent down and placed her into the dry bathtub, then reached out and took her bottle of makeup remover.
"You can leave now. I can wash myself," Su Xingyue said, sitting in the bathtub. She glanced at him before looking at him warily.
