Wang Dahai's relentless questioning made Jiang Yiren blush with embarrassment, not knowing what to say.
Annoyed, she walked over to him and pinched him hard on the waist: "You little rascal."
Wang Dahai grimaced and said, "I get it now, senior sister definitely isn't wearing any."
"Stop talking!"
Jiang Yiren huffed: "I'm not talking to you anymore."
She quickly walked ahead, and Wang Dahai hurriedly followed: "Don't be mad, senior sister, I'll stop talking."
"Hmph."
Jiang Yiren wasn't really angry, just embarrassed.
Who asks such direct questions?
She whispered, "I am wearing it."
"You are?"
Wang Dahai, surprised and confused, muttered to himself, "How can that be, there's no trace of it from the outside... oh, I got it!"
Suddenly realizing, Wang Dahai said, "Senior sister, you are wearing a thong..."
"Enough, don't say it anymore!"
Jiang Yiren's cheeks were red as if ripe for picking.
Wang Dahai promptly shut his mouth, knowing she was shy.
