Xia Micheng pulled out a few pieces of tissues and used them to wipe his trousers. From the corner of her eyes, she saw Ye’s Adam’s apple flex twice, and a distinct outline appeared on his trousers. Instantly, her snow-white earlobes flushed faint red. She then raised her hand to throw the tissues on his face.
Without avoiding, he chuckled. “Why did you throw that at me?”
She curled up her red lips, her bright eyes gleaming. “I think I saw an old friend.”
“What old friend?”
“An old friend who has… a thick tool.”
Ye narrowed his pair of bottomless eyes, which were hidden under the cap, and he cast a cold and beguiling gaze. “Are you missing this old friend of yours?”