Hearing her blame the child, Li Mochan couldn't help but smile helplessly.
"You," he said.
In the end, he still picked her up and took her to the bathroom, even personally washing her face for her.
After helping her change clothes, Li Mochan finally had time to change his own.
Leaning against the wardrobe, Ye Jiuliang shamelessly admired the man's perfect physique.
"You're about to drool," Li Mochan said, putting on a sweater, meeting her straightforward gaze, and his lips curved into a sly smile.
Ye Jiuliang rolled her eyes at him, "I'd have to be possessed to believe you."
After a look at the sweater he was wearing, Ye Jiuliang realized it was the same style as the one she had on, even the color was the same.
"I never expected Mr. Li to like wearing matching couple outfits," she teased.
"When I first met you, I never noticed how coy you were."
Li Mochan's lips slightly curled, his strong arm stretched out, and effortlessly pulled her into his embrace.
