Last night, Jiayin was tormented harshly by him, and now she's exhausted to death, unable to resist kicking him.
But Ye Wuge directly grabbed her foot, taking the opportunity to wedge his body between her legs.
Jiayin was so furious she wanted to knock him out again.
When will this guy ever stop?
Just as she was considering where to begin, the phone on the nearby cabinet suddenly rang.
"Answer the phone." Jiayin gritted her teeth, pushing his head away from her chest with force.
Ye Wuge rolled his eyes; why do people always interrupt him at critical times?
He leaned to the side and reached out to get the phone.
Taking advantage of the moment, Jiayin pushed him aside, grabbed her clothes, and quickly put them on.
Ye Wuge glanced at the name on the screen and reluctantly swiped to answer.
"Little An'an, did Xiao Moli get kicked out of the room by you last night? Coming here at this time to mess up my plans."
