Did Jiang Duoyao Get You The Wrong Bra? It's Huge

"No, no, no." Li Shaobin sat up quickly and pressed his hair down urgently in case it was too much of a mess.

Hu Zhi coughed softly. "Young Master, I think you'd better wash your face first."

Li Shaobin nodded. After washing up, Luo Xiru was already seated quietly at the coffee table, taking the breakfast out.

Li Shaobin glanced at the food. There was porridge, egg, corn and all that. He wanted to say something when the thought of what Ruan Yang said stopped him. No matter what, it was more important to get himself a girlfriend first.

"I almost couldn't recognize you like that," Luo Xiru said with a smile.

Li Shaobin was bewildered. He took out some corn on the cob, bit into it and almost spat it out. What kind of corn was this? It was tasteless. He really wanted to curse but still held it in. "What's wrong with me?"