"No, the fish isn't ready yet, Lin Zifeng, why don't you come with me into the room so I can change my clothes? I got greasy all over from cooking just now. I wouldn't want to spoil your appetite later because of the smell of grease on me."
Lin Zifeng almost wanted to give the girl a good thump.
Pulled by the girl's gleeful tugging, Lin Zifeng was basically dragged into the room by her.
Li Lin's room was especially clean, almost spotless, and the walls were covered with pictures of them together from their childhood, with many books on the table.
But by now, Lin Zifeng had already lost interest in studying.
After rummaging through the wardrobe, Li Lin picked out a pair of form-fitting jeans and a simple lace dress. Then, right in front of Lin Zifeng, she began to take off her clothes.
"Linlin, what are you doing?"
Startled by Li Lin's actions, Lin Zifeng sharply inhaled and urgently ordered her to stop.