"...No, you come down first." Yige gently patted his back.
Rong Rui quickly lowered his leg, and Little Fatty moved his body back a little, his big clear eyes looking at Yige with evident worry and tension.
Yige felt warmth in her heart, reached out to touch his little head, and said softly, "It's okay, don't worry."
Then, Yige walked towards the bathroom.
Rong Rui watched Yige with unease.
As soon as she entered the bathroom, he slid off the bed, walked to the bathroom door, placed his chubby hands on the frosted glass door, and strained his eyes to look inside.
Inside the bathroom.
Tang Yige stood in front of the mirror on the sink.
She had specifically worn a white semi-high-neck thin sweater today.
Her lower body was dressed in black wide-leg suit pants.
The purpose was to cover up as much of her body as possible.
She grasped the hem of the sweater and gently lifted it up.
As the skin under the sweater slowly became visible, Tang Yige's brows furrowed.
