"Ouch!"
Ye Fei, weighing over a hundred pounds, certainly gave Fang Manting a hard time.
She cried out in pain and immediately turned her head away, her soft little hands pushing hard against Ye Fei's hot chest.
"You have to get up, you can't do this."
Upon hearing this, Ye Fei didn't say another word and propped himself up with his arms.
"I really didn't do it on purpose, it was the pants' fault."
Fang Manting looked back and, sure enough, saw that Ye Fei's pants had fallen around his ankles.
Her face reddening, she urged him shyly, "I know you didn't mean it, just get up first."
Ye Fei nodded and was about to roll off immediately.
But just then, his hand slipped, and he tumbled back down again.
"Ah, you..."
Fang Manting was about to chide him.
But a strange yet familiar sensation made her tense up, and the words she was about to say just wouldn't come out.
She turned her head to look.
And realized that her bath towel had somehow rolled up around her waist.