Li Buyan was stunned, clutching the corner of the blanket, wrapping herself tightly, her glistening eyes like freshly washed grapes, silently accusing him.
"Such a pitiful look!" Li Xingle stood by the bed, looking down at her from above.
Her wet hair dripped water, and a few splashes landed on her face.
"Li Xingle, do you have to use kidnapping tactics on women?" Li Buyan looked up, smiling at him, "So low-class!"
"Low-class? You offended me last night." Li Xingle flung the white towel in his hand, which fell to the ground.
Li Buyan stared at the towel, as if seeing her own future, used by him and then discarded like trash.
"Then you're disappointed. I didn't intend to offend you; I just wanted to keep my distance from you! Li Xingle, you are a plague!" She was desperate to escape this plague.
That accident was already more than enough.
