Shen Meng woke up in a daze and, lifting her head, saw Lu Zhenping smiling at her with a playful expression. She was about to move when her mind suddenly cleared up a bit.
"Where is your hand? Move it away!"
"Hmm, it seems to have grown quite a bit, mostly thanks to my efforts."
Shen Meng: "....."
Say it again, you shameless thing, say it again—I was already not small, okay? You have nothing to do with it!!!
"Get up, get up, always lounging around and sleeping at home, what does that look like? Hurry and get up, hiss—if you grab me again, I will slap your face."
Shen Meng looked at Lu Zhenping with flushed cheeks, the shameless jerk daring to sneak an attack on her. If his handsome face hadn't been so appealing to her, she would have definitely spat at him.
Lu Zhenping really adored her—her shyness, pride, and her unwillingness to hit him despite her anger and tantrums. She was so cute he could die.
"Muah, muah, such a good girl."
