This little girl didn't react at first, but after a few seconds, she couldn't hold it in anymore and slapped his hand, sitting up from the water all at once.
"Ye Wuge, are you trying to drown me?"
"How come you're not pretending to be drunk anymore?"
Ye Wuge gave her a glance, pinched her little nose as if to punish her, and then finally let go.
He was almost tricked by the little girl.
"Who's pretending?" Jiayin rubbed her nose, which he had squeezed red, and pouted, "I'm really drunk, okay?"
As she spoke, she again clung to his arm and fell onto him, in a drunken stupor she said, "Help me wash."
Her clothes were already soaked through by the water, tightly clinging to her body now.
Ye Wuge felt a strange dryness in his throat.
He hurriedly pushed her away and grabbed a bath towel from beside, smothering her face with it.
"Wash yourself."
