Jian Anning had not yet responded when a drowsy mumble suddenly came from beside her: "Wife—"
Immediately after, she felt the man beside her move, his long arm stretching out to wrap around her, his breath gently but angrily exhaled against her neck.
What is Situ Xuan trying to do? Is he trying to deceive the naive young assistant again?
Be friends? Just ordinary friends? He's fooling no one! Between men and women, especially ones with ambiguous feelings, how could they possibly be just friends!
He's just pretending to be pitiful, taking advantage of Jian Anning's gullibility to bully her with such a clumsy trick!
Situ Xuan trembled, it was impossible not to recognize Yu Zexiao's drowsy morning voice, so close by, it was clear they were still lying in bed together!
The thought that Jian Anning was presently lying naked with Yu Zexiao while taking his call, and that they might have passionately tangled just last night, made Situ Xuan's eyes suddenly sharp!
