Ye Jiuliang held her forehead, "..."

How could she have forgotten to bring it, now how was she going to broach the subject.

Out of the corner of her eye, she inadvertently spotted a bathrobe hanging on the wall, and an idea sparked in Ye Jiuliang’s eyes.

"Wolf cub, why aren’t you talking?"

There was no response from inside, Li Mochan raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Knock knock—"

"Wolf cub, are you—"

With a "click," the tightly closed bathroom door swung open.

Li Mochan’s gaze fell to her attire, and the corners of his thin lips twitched uncontrollably.

A black silk robe wrapped with a white bathrobe on the outside, was this the new fashion trend?

"Wolf cub, this bathrobe?" he asked, his gaze heavy upon her, the smile on his lips growing more intriguing.

Ye Jiuliang feigned composure and cleared her throat, "The air conditioning is a bit low, it’s too cold."

Li Mochan raised an eyebrow, "Is that so?"

Ye Jiuliang nodded her head and walked towards the wardrobe.

The man behind her followed, and Ye Jiuliang’s hand paused as she was about to open the wardrobe.

"Why are you following me?"

Li Mochan leaned casually against the wardrobe.

"I’ll help you find what you’re looking for," he offered.

Ye Jiuliang forced a smile, "No need."

Li Mochan said nothing further, merely watching her quietly.

Their eyes met, an unspoken standoff between them.

In the end, it was Ye Jiuliang who gave in first, pulling open the drawer reluctantly.

"Wolf cub, were you thinking of having me fetch this for you?" said Li Mochan, glancing at the "clothing" in the drawer and looking at her with a burning gaze.

"Could it be you didn’t—"

Ye Jiuliang quickly covered his mouth, her tone feisty and fierce, "Shut it, go back to sleep."

The girl’s flushed ears caught the eye of the man with the narrow and long ink-like eyes, and Li Mochan’s lips curved.

He pulled down her hand, and pointing to one of the sets in the drawer, he commented earnestly, "I think this black set is nice."

Ye Jiuliang felt completely disheveled, tearing off the towel around her neck and flinging it at his face.

"Li Mochan, shut your mouth."

She grabbed a set at random and dashed back into the bathroom.

"Hahaha."

A deep laugh resonated through the room as Li Mochan removed the towel, his lush lips revealing a captivating smile.

A moment later, Ye Jiuliang emerged from the bathroom, the bathrobe gone, the ill-fitting robe was too long, making her look like a child wearing an adult’s clothing.

Suddenly, the background music for the game of fight the landlord could be heard.

She glanced sideways and saw it was coming from the tablet in Li Mochan’s hands.

As her gaze moved upward, it met the man’s deep-set ink-like eyes. Li Mochan waved her over, "Wolf cub, come here."

Ye Jiuliang eyed him warily and hesitantly made her way over.

"Look." As soon as she drew near, Li Mochan passed the tablet to her obligingly.

Confusion flickered in Ye Jiuliang’s eyes as she leaned down for a look, and her expression suddenly changed.

She snatched the tablet, glaring at the man’s excessively handsome face, "Li Mochan, what have you been doing?"

In the time it took her to take a shower, how had her golden beans dwindled by half?

"I only played a couple of rounds, but I accidentally lost them," Li Mochan said with an innocent smile.

Ye Jiuliang clenched her back teeth, threw down the tablet, jumped onto the bed, and attacked him furiously, wrapping her hands around his neck, "Li Mochan, you did this on purpose, compensate me for my golden beans, you owe me."

He, lose at fight the landlord?

You’re fooling ghosts.

Li Mochan laughed hoarsely, lifting his hand to hook around her neck, "How about I make it up to you?"

"No thanks," Ye Jiuliang rejected without a second thought, shrugging off his hand, "You’re sleeping on the sofa tonight, I don’t want to see you right now."

With that, she flipped over, stretching her feet out to kick at his long legs.

"Hurry up and get down."

"The sofa’s too cramped," Li Mochan held onto her feet, wickedly tickling the soles.

In an instant, it was as if an electric current shot from her feet to her head,

leaving a tingly numb sensation.

Ye Jiuliang’s clear eyes widened as she jerked, wanting to leap up.

"Li Mochan, have you no shame? Let go!"

He knew she was ticklish yet he tickled her soles, this jerk.

"Still want me to sleep on the sofa, huh?" Li Mochan held onto her feet without letting go, constantly tickling as he asked.

Feeling the tickle under her feet, Ye Jiuliang squinted her eyes, reaching out to twist Li Mochan’s arm, "Separate rooms, I want separate rooms."

She wouldn’t even allow him the sofa; she wanted separate rooms.

A man mustn’t be spoiled, else she would be completely dominated by him in the future.

"Separate rooms, are you sure?" Li Mochan’s eyes suddenly deepened, his hands like jade moving to her slender waist.

Ye Jiuliang was quick to react, blocking with her hand and curving her lips into a provocative smile.

"Li Sir, do you really think I’m that easy to bully, huh?"

Before her voice faded, she lifted her foot to kick him.

Li Mochan chuckled and dodged to the side, seizing the opportunity to pin her hands above her head, "Little Wolfie, when have I ever bullied you?"

His warm breath on her ear, Ye Jiuliang’s eyes flickered with embarrassment, she struggled at the wrists but they were no match for his strength.

"Aren’t you bullying me right now? Indeed, men are all pigs’ feet, acting all honest when chasing someone, but turn into hooligans once they catch them," she huffed, accusing him of his misdeeds.

Pigs’ feet?

What’s that again?

The clueless Li Sir about internet slangs was utterly confused.

"How about I let you bully me back?" Li Mochan lowered his head to peck her lips, "Like this."

Ye Jiuliang gave him a look of disdain, but the next second, she felt a sudden weight on her.

Almost making her spit out blood, "Li Mochan, do you have any idea how heavy you are, get up now."

"Not getting up," he buried into her shoulder, mumbling with his magnetic voice, "Little Wolfie, you smell so good."

"..."

Ye Jiuliang glanced at the lonely tablet cast aside,

wondering if smacking him with the tablet would seriously injure him.

As if reading her thoughts, Li Mochan kicked out, "Thud," the tablet landed on the carpet, emitting a dull noise.

"Li Mochan, you..." Ye Jiuliang was livid.

"Sweetie, don’t be mad, if it’s broken I’ll buy you a new one tomorrow," Li Mochan coaxed softly.

"There’s something important I need to do first."

Ye Jiuliang had a bad feeling, raising her foot to kick him off.

"Important my ass, piss off."

Li Mochan deflected with a hand, his fingertips gliding over the silky fabric, lips curving into a roguish smile,

and with a "rip," her calves suddenly felt chilly.

"Li Mochan, what the hell do you think you’re doing?"

"Shush," Li Mochan’s eyes shimmered as he drew closer to her ear, "Little Wolfie, I don’t always want to be a monk."

"So sleepy, I didn’t hear anything, dead tired," Ye Jiuliang instantly feigned confusion, suddenly pushing him away with newfound strength, wrapping herself in the covers, leaving only the back of her head exposed to him.