"..." Too much.
Song Nuan blinked her eyes and asked with a smile, "Are you planning to slap my face or slap my butt?"
Let's see how you respond!
"The kind that makes you cry."
"..." Ambiguous.
While talking, the blanket was laid out, neatly folded.
This darn habit.
The two of them had argued over folding the blanket before.
Song Nuan stood up with both hands and looked at Lu Yan by the bed: "Later when my roommates come, will they think I was trained in the military?"
"You can tell them you have a firefighter boyfriend," Lu Yan smiled slowly, "the kind that gives slaps."
"Pa——" Suddenly, a slap sound.
Lu Yan was taken aback, standing still, his whole body tensed.
Because, his butt had been slapped by the little girl.
The next second, the little girl smiled brightly and said, "Let me teach you, this trick is called striking first."
"Song Nuan!" He said, reaching out to catch her.
Since he could remember, no one had hit his butt, especially now that he's so grown up!
