"HAH!!"
Zhou Li sat on the sofa, exhaling a breath toward Tuanzi from afar, imagining that what he breathed out was fire.
Unable to stand the stench of the snail noodle soup, Tuanzi suddenly jumped half a meter to the side.
"Zhou Li, you're so annoying!"
But Zhou Li paid her no attention, instead taking another deep breath, his chest swelling up.
With a gust of breath, Tuanzi yelped and jumped high, quickly scurrying to the doorway to hide and covertly watch him—she became quite responsive at times like these.
"Zhou Li, are you stupid?"
Zhou Li couldn't help but laugh at this. Lately, he'd really been "infected" by Brother Nan and Huai Xu.
Tuanzi, huffing with anger, said, "So stinky! You're not allowed to sit on Lord Dumpling's bed! Lord Dumpling is going to get angry! Go take a shower right now!"
Her voice was clear and melodious, like pearls falling onto a jade plate.
Afraid she'd truly get angry, Zhou Li went to take a shower.
