Looking at the things on his desk, she clearly saw them.
Yet, this kid still won't admit it.
Wen Yu slightly furrowed his brow: "You entered my room without my consent and are fumbling around. Don't you know that's very impolite?"
Ruan Yiyi wasn't listening to his lecture. She directly stepped forward to pull him away, but he stood there straight as a pillar, unmoving no matter how she tried to push.
"Hey, I'm telling you—"
Seeing he didn't move, Ruan Yiyi reached for his waist, trying to make him dodge, and he did dodge. However, it wasn't due to tickling but as though she touched something injured. He furrowed his brows and let out a muffled grunt, his face paling.
Ruan Yiyi froze for a moment, while Wen Yu dodged, presenting the table behind him to her.
It was empty, without the item she had seen earlier.
She: "..."
She lightly pursed her lips, deciding not to dwell on it. If he didn't want her to see it, then she wouldn't.
