Chapter One Hundred Thirty-Three: How Come I Never Saw You Afraid When You Had Your Period?
Dai Xiaomei was speechless.
She had specifically gotten up early, intending to offer Bai Qingming a morning display of seduction. Yet, this jerk had stared at her for a long time, only for his mind to drift to such nonsense? Let everyone be the judge—is this something a human being would do? Is he a dog?
A dog of a man!
With this thought, her good mood for the morning vanished into thin air. No longer in the mood for yoga, Dai Xiaomei crawled off the floor, returned to her room to change into loose clothing, and came back out to make breakfast.
While waiting for breakfast, Bai Qingming began scrolling through Douyin. On his phone screen, a girl dressed in skimpy clothing was gyrating to music.
"Dragon roar!! Awoo~"
"Little windmill."
"Big lion."
"Abba abba abba~"
"Big yellow dog."
"Little tiger."
"Awoo awoo aawoo~"
It was said that this was a very popular "clipping" voice on Douyin lately, the kind that makes people uncontrollably addicted once they hear it. Bai Qingming was enjoying himself immensely when he suddenly heard a scream.
"Ah!"
The sound came from Dai Xiaomei. Bai Qingming ran over to find that she had accidentally cut her finger while slicing bread. Fortunately, she knew to pull back in time, and the injury was just a cut on her middle finger, bleeding incessantly. Dai Xiaomei was hissing and huffing in pain.
However, the next moment, for reasons unknown, Bai Qingming acted on instinct, grabbed her injured middle finger, and put it into his mouth.
"You..."
In an instant, the "old woman's" mind went blank. How could he do that? Suddenly putting a girl's finger into his mouth—how shameful! Her mother had told her since she was little that she must never let a man put her... oh wait, she remembered that wrong. Her mother had said she shouldn't just let a man "suck" her.
Well, fine. If he wanted to suck it, let him. At least he had a conscience.
"This dog of a man is so nervous; it seems he still cares about