"Meng Meng, what are you doing?"
As soon as Liu Mengting made a move, Li Xiaoli asked with a curious face.
"Shh, don't wake him up."
Liu Mengting took her coat from the hanger, made a shushing gesture, and then carefully covered Tang Ming with it.
"Wow, it's rare to see Meng Meng caring for someone so much, Brother Tang Ming is really lucky."
Li Xiaoli sneered playfully, "And you still dare to say you don't like Brother Tang Ming?"
"Psh, don't wag your tongue, or I'll tear your mouth apart."
Blushing slightly, Liu Mengting warned and then explained, "I just don't want him to catch a cold and get sick. If he does, it could jeopardize our bet."
"Are you telling ghost stories? It sounds so fake."
Li Xiaoli looked at Liu Mengting with animated eyebrows and a mischievous smile.
"You really are asking for a beating."
Annoyed and embarrassed, Liu Mengting reached out and slapped Li Xiaoli's chest.
