Lu Sinian turned his head to look at Lu Beichen, and his pitiful expression made Lu Beichen's heart soften a bit.
The raised hand quickly dropped down, and he replied leisurely, "A mosquito just bit you!"
"The mosquito must have been frozen to death by the air conditioning, you just wanted to hit me!" He didn't want to turn back to look at him, just buried his head in Ji Niandong's arms, grumbling with grievance.
"If I really wanted to hit you, it wouldn't have been that light!" Lu Beichen replied indifferently.
Light?
Ji Niandong thought she had heard a sound!
But if he really wanted to hit him, the sound should've been even louder!
She shook her head; both of them have their own little schemes, neither worse than the other, and she quickly mediated, "Yes, it must have been a mosquito, even Sister Tongtong was bitten by one before!"
Lu Sinian felt reassured hearing her say that, and his attitude softened, "Was the mark on Sister Tongtong's neck earlier a mosquito bite?"
