Xia Xibei covered her face and didn't stop for a long while.
When Qiao Yanjue put on his bathrobe and came out, he saw her covering her face and immediately became anxious, rushing up to her.
"What's wrong?"
The strange sound behind Xia Xibei's hand grew louder and louder, and after taking her hand away, clear laughter rang out.
Qiao Yanjue froze for a moment, then couldn't help but laugh as well.
Who would have thought that it would be so awkward and funny just now?
"Hahahahaha!"
Xia Xibei laughed until she held her stomach and curled up on the floor.
Looking at the tear marks on her face and the way she was laughing like this, Qiao Yanjue was both mad and cheered up.
After a while, he pulled her up from the floor.
"Okay, don't laugh anymore. You'll get stitches!"
Thinking about what just happened, Xia Xibei almost continued to laugh more.
"All right."
Qiao Yanjue helplessly patted her.
