How Was She Supposed to Know That She Wasn't Supposed to Touch It?
Editor: Atlas Studios
Lin Yan gazed at them helplessly, unable to make head or tail of the situation.
She felt that her life was in imminent peril. Suddenly, a thought struck her instinctively.
The way Pei Yucheng was staring at the cushion was exactly the same way he had stared at Pei Nanxu's poster…
A moment later, Lin Yan hurled the cushion as far away as she could. She darted forward and hugged Pei Yucheng tightly before she said earnestly, "What a worn-out cushion! It's so hard and tough and uncomfortable! It must be made of a lousy material. A natural cushion is still the best…"
Beep…
Beep…
Beep…
The watch stopped beeping.
Qin Huan and Xing Chen heaved a huge sigh of relief, as though they had just escaped from the gates of death.
Pei Yucheng seemed to look more sober as he gazed tenderly at Lin Yan. "Are you hungry? What do you want to eat?"