Xu Moyi was originally lounging lazily against the door frame, and from her angle, she could see Huo Yihan's hand reaching into the doll-like sweater.
The lively and bright smile on her face instantly became stiff.
So, this is the difference between knowing and seeing with your own eyes.
Huo Yihan showed no embarrassment at being caught, casually bit the doll's lip and then pulled her up.
He glanced at the person at the door, leaned elegantly and leisurely against the back of the chair, "Sorry, couldn't help myself, couldn't hold back."
While speaking, his peach blossom eyes lingered on the rise and fall of the doll's chest.
The doll was so shy that her face was red, lightly biting her lip, and shyly punched Huo Yihan's chest, "...Hate it."
Nan Wan, although she saw nothing, could guess what kind of scene it was inside.
She pulled down Mu Jin Huan's hand that blocked her view, and turned to look at Xu Moyi beside her.
What she saw on that face was only calmness.
