"In summary, be cautious about which beds you climb into, and don't just love everyone, or you might not even know how you'll bite the dust," Gu Changsheng said, then turned back and noticeably glanced a few times towards Yue Xilou's lower half with a hooked brow and eye.
Under her gaze, Yue Xilou shivered and hurriedly pulled his clothes over to block that seemingly tangible scanning gaze, "What are you looking at? I'm not sick!"
Gu Changsheng shrugged her shoulders and spoke indifferently, "I didn't say you were sick, you said it yourself."
"What did I say? I said I'm not sick!" It was supposed to be fun watching someone else be ridiculed, but now it was him being ridiculed instead, and moreover, it involved a man's dignity, so Yue Xilou was furious.