Mu Xiaoxiao knew that he was only mocking her, so she retreated a step. "It's not like you don't have hands. Why should I help you?"
Yin Shaojie's warm breath wafted closer to her, following her like a shadow.
"You were the one who said that you wanted to help me."
"I don't want to take it for you now! Hurry up and go get it!" Mu Xiaoxiao pushed him, not letting him get closer.
The room was so big. Why must he stand so close to talk to her?
He was deliberately teasing her!
Yin Shaojie shrugged his shoulders and walked into the cloakroom.
After some thought, Mu Xiaoxiao took her cell phone and went to the balcony, trying to avoid him.
However, Yin Shaojie appeared behind her shortly, hugging her slender waist.
"Hurry up and go shower," she said, embarrassed.
"I want to hold you for a while," Yin Shaojie said in a deep, magnetic voice beside her ear; it was like the most captivating sounds of a piano.