Yan Yexi's smile became even more ridiculous. She buried her face in her shoulders, her shoulders shaking like an earthquake.
The Twelfth Brother still gently patted Yan Yexi's back, afraid that she would laugh to death.
Ouch, his chin was in so much pain, his cheeks sore. Yan Yexi massaged her face that was distorted from laughing. She took out a small bottle of cool ice and threw it at the two people in front of her, indicating for them to keep it in their mouth, the corners of her mouth still twitching slightly.
"Alright, alright. Don't pull a long face and affect my young master's meal. Who's who? My dear An Nuan doesn't do anything to you. Don't be angry. Besides, you're the one who's in a bad mood. Why didn't you tell me earlier that you're a woman?" Yan Yexi couldn't help but lau
