Bai Ruozhu moved lightly, appearing somewhat sneaky, as Jiang Yichun, facing the wall inside the bed, fluttered his eyelashes. What was she trying to do?
His body felt slightly feverish; could it be that she was resorting to beauty tactics since gentleness didn't work? Although Jiang Yichun felt he was still angry, he couldn't help but get slightly excited at the thought.
He knew he shouldn't blame Ruozhu, also understood she wouldn't have any other intentions, and had even urged himself to be more generous. But understanding was one thing, and anger was another; this anger was really hard to dissipate.
At this moment, Bai Ruozhu had already quietly climbed onto the bed, and one hand slowly reached his waistband. This was…
He felt as if his body was on fire, but he was still angry, so how could he just let it go?
