"Qianqin, what do you think I'll wear tomorrow?" Huang Xiaoxiang asked with a silly smile.

"what do I care for you?" Yuan qianqin hums and wipes his mouth with a napkin.

"what kind of lipstick do you paint, cool, sweet?" Huang Xiaoxiang licked his lips.

"to die." Yuan qianqin crumples the napkin and throws it to Huang Xiaoxiang.

Huang Xiaoxiang immediately stood up and hid behind the dining table, but he didn't hit it. Yuan qianqin took out several more pieces of paper, kneaded them and threw them away. Huang Xiaoxiang dodged again, yuan qianqin stood up and directly picked up the tissue box, rubbing and chasing Huang Xiaoxiang.

Huang...