Leng Yerong's cold eyebrows twitched. He lay on his side on the bed and sighed as he listened to the busy sounds in the bathroom.
Little ancestor, you're doing this on purpose, you're playing with me!
He rolled out of bed and walked into the bathroom with his long legs. Her mouth was full of foam, and she twisted her soft waist to brush her teeth with great effort.
Leng Yerong walked over and picked up the toothbrush he brought. He squeezed some toothpaste out and stood next to her to brush her teeth. The two of them stood side by side. Their mouths were full of foam and a faint minty smell filled the air. Xu Ying looked up and saw the scene in the mirror.
Her expression wavered, and her eyes started to feel hot.
The two of them were just brushing their teeth quietly, but it added a bit of ambiguity and warmth to the entire scene.
Xu Ying didn't dare to look at him. She immediately lowered her head and gargled with a mouthful of water.