Maimai grabbed his collar, her long nails scraping across his collarbone: "Turtle Egg, why are you telling me all this?"
"Maimai." Sheng Sheng leaned against the sofa, "Give me a chance to atone, hmm?"
His voice was low, like a sleep talk, their bodies pressed closely together, one of his hands now holding her slender waist: "Brother Sheng Sheng, you're wrong."
"So you're telling me that the big-breasted girl you like is me, huh?"
Maimai didn't know what to feel, she should be surprised, but she didn't feel any surprise at all. So, all these years, it wasn't just her who kept thinking of Brother Sheng Sheng, Brother Sheng Sheng also thought of her?
But she couldn't feel happy.
"You only like the little cousin you imagined, right?"
Hmph, the real person and the little cousin he's been thinking about, Brother Sheng Sheng chose the little cousin in his mind, didn't he?
She had been with him for a year and still couldn't outweigh the person in his mind?
