Jian Yixue: /(ㄒoㄒ)/~~
Looking for a ghost! You stinky rascal!
Grumbling to herself, she thought her little secret was definitely beyond Yan Yichen's guess, but unexpectedly, his deep voice came from above, holding back laughter:
"Cursing me in your heart?"
Damn... Is this guy a fox?
Jian Yixue was dumbfounded for a moment, then began to change the subject, "Where are my glasses? Where did you throw them? Oh, I can't see anything..."
"Come on, others might not know, but you think I don't know?" Yan Yichen leaned sideways, propping his elbow on the bed, smiling, "You're not even nearsighted."
Jian Yixue: "… You even know this."
"Hmph." He lazily curled his lips, grabbed her little hand, "Come on, let me take you somewhere."
"Where are we going? Hey, hey, I haven't put on my shoes yet!"
Her response was from a certain man who directly carried her downstairs!
Yan Dad and Yan Mom happened to be downstairs, Yan Dad coughed, "Going out?"
"Yeah."
