C585 What Is so Embarrassing about Slapping Someone's Butt?

Saturday, the sun was shining, and the air felt like spring—well, actually, it was snowing heavily, but there was a certain charm to it!

Wen Mian, for once, didn't linger in bed. She jumped up early and started tidying up inside and out, the clatter of pots and pans echoing like a little trumpet tied to an arrow, shooting straight into Yih Qianbo's ears under the covers.

He tried to ignore it