Li Buyan watched Li Xingle pick up her clothes, even some of her undergarments, and her face instantly turned red.
"Li Xingle! Can you put that down, aren't you ashamed!" She anxiously tried to grab them back, "You perv!"
"How am I a perv? I'm just trying to find my gift…"
Li Buyan glared at him, but he didn't respond, so she lifted her foot and kicked him, "Can you put that down? Don't be so creepy?"
"How am I creepy? I just took a few looks." Li Xingle put it down, "Where's my gift?"
"I…" Li Buyan's earlier stalling tactics had failed; now, where was she going to find a gift for Li Xingle?
"If you don't have anything, I'll just have to retrieve it myself…"
"I'll find you something, step aside!" Li Buyan gave him a little shove.
Li Xingle moved to the side. He had already looked inside, and there was nothing in the suitcase.
There couldn't possibly be a gift for him.
Little Li is messing with him.
