Tingxuan was wearing a gray house robe, with a sturdy chest exposed, his wet hair slicked back, and a slight smile on his handsome face.
Sensual charm mixed with a bit of mischievousness...
He had matured somewhat, more masculine than before.
She dared not look too much, reached out to push the door, "If you have a clear conscience, you won't fear a ghost knocking at the door in the middle of the night!"
"Oh, is that so! But I'm scared! How about I sleep here with you tonight?"
"You! Stop being shameless! Go away!"
Han Yi had no heart to mess with him and kicked him with a bite of her teeth, then forcefully pushed him towards the door.
At this moment, there was suddenly a clattering sound from downstairs.
Something had broken.
Then came the sounds of crying and yelling.
Han Yi hesitated for a moment, and glanced at Tingxuan.
Tingxuan frowned, "Here we go again, at such an age still making a fuss, can't they let people have a peaceful sleep."
