Huang Yingying felt an urge to commit suicide at this moment; had it not been for her parents and her future husband, she truly might have done it.
That sentence set off Huang Yingying's short fuse.
"Restore my innocence, restore my innocence!"
Huang Yingying desperately splashed water at Su Xuan, who shook his head. She was still just a child, and he couldn't take her too seriously.
This time, Huang Yingying was wearing a pair of jeans covered in spray paint, mistakenly thinking the bottle in Su Xuan's room was oil paint. The jeans, with limited elasticity, especially when wet, were even harder to take off, and Huang Yingying was far from cooperative.
"Back off, I don't like you doing this!"
At this moment, Su Xuan needed to tirelessly educate her. He thickened his skin and said, "Huang Yingying, you can think of me as your dad or something. Can you say that your dad never changed your clothes when you were little?"
"Dad?" Huang Yingying asked with a look of surprise.
