I Don't Like Small Steamed Buns

"Impossible," Lu Zhanbei replied firmly. His gaze swept past her chest and he said, "I don't like to eat small steamed buns."

Lin Wanwan immediately covered her chest and glared fiercely at him.

He was saying that he liked her just yesterday night. Now, he had turned his back on her.

With this vicious tongue of his, did it look like he liked her? To think that she was actually in torment yesterday night for that sentence!

"Don't worry. I won't like your embroidery needle too!"

Lu Zhanbei's eyes squinted into a dangerous arc. He half-laughed and asked, "How do you know? Could it be that you had secretly used your hand to measure yesterday night?"

"…" Lin Wanwan conceded. Good for you!

Seeing that she was both embarrassed and furious as she entered the washroom, Lu Zhanbei's curved lips gradually fell, forming a sharp straight line.