Dressing change

Guan Jingyi sat on the sofa and watched the television that Xu Anran had switched on in order to coax him. It was just a bubble play, so there was no meaning in it to begin with.

Guan Jingyi sat on the sofa and stared at the TV show without blinking.

The sound of splashing water came from the kitchen, followed by the gentle knocking of pots and peng. It was the sound of Xu Anran washing the dishes. Guan Jingyi's brows twitched.

Because Xu Anran was both crying and laughing on his body just now, she left a mark on Guan Jingyi's plain shirt. Although Guan Jingyi did not hate Xu Anran, it was still very uncomfortable to have such a large stain on her chest.

At this moment, he was lazily leaning on the sofa with his sleeves rolled up, revealing a small wheat coloured arm. He lifted his right hand and pressed it against his lips. Under the light of the crystal lamp, an ambiguous feeling flowed in his eyes.