Bai Su let out a soft sigh and tugged on his sleeve. "Li Chenlin..."
"Hmph. If you want to talk, then talk. Why get all handsy?" He pulled his hand back and stuffed both hands into his sweatshirt sleeves.
Bai Su craned her neck to look at him.
Li Chenlin must have just showered. His damp, flat hair gave him a boyish air. He was wearing soft, loose, light-colored loungewear, and his sweatshirt had a cartoon dog driving a bumper car printed on the chest.
It was the puppy protagonist from the animated movie they had gone to see.
Bai Su had mentioned how much she liked that brave and clever little dog, and he had actually gone and bought a sweatshirt with it.
The dog's puffy-cheeked, angry expression was a spitting image of Li Chenlin's current sulking face.
Bai Su couldn't help it; she let out a snort of laughter and reached out to smooth down a tuft of hair sticking up on his head. "Alright, don't be angry anymore, okay?"
