The man had a playful smile on his lips as he reached out to grab her chest, "My little Huanhuan, are you scared?"
"Don't call me little Huanhuan!" Moo Huantong was trembling all over, what's gotten into him?!
"Why not? You're my little Huanhuan," Mo Beiyan propped his elbow on the basin counter, finding her frightened appearance more and more amusing, "Or should I call you something else, Huan'er? Tong'er? Tongtong?"
"..."
Moo Huantong almost choked to death, could he be any more disgusting?
His face changed too quickly...
He really wasn't normal.
"Are you acknowledging one of the names? Then I'll choose for you, how about Huan'er?" Mo Beiyan looked at her drenched clothes, her elegant curves exposed, "Shall I help you bathe, Huan'er?"
Moo Huantong couldn't help but back away, pressing herself against the wall basin, "Can you...can you not call me that?"
"You don't like it?"
"I hate it!"
