The daily life of a writer and her clingy spirit 1
"No, let's go together. I want to wash too. I don't want to move anymore. Please carry me over." He pulled Yanran's sleeves, made a face, and leaned his face directly on Yanran's hand, saying coquettishly.
"You girl, you are such an old person, why are you always acting coquettishly? Don't you know it's shameful to act cute?" Knowing that what she couldn't bear the most was this kind of coquettish offensive, Yanran was a little helpless and smiled dotingly. She held Xuan'er's waist with one hand and hugged Xuan'er's legs with the other. With a slight effort, she hugged Xuan'er and walked towards the bathroom.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
