Early next morning, when the dazzling sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains into the small living room, Chi Ningjia, looking infinitely satisfied and charming as water, pouted and said to Shen Qiang unhappily: "Annoying, I told you, I'm the leading lady here, why are you asking about Song Weiyin first thing in the morning? Have you ever considered my feelings?"
Lying on two lazy couches put together as a bed, which wasn't very comfortable, Shen Qiang raised his eyebrows and smiled helplessly: "We're all adults, I said last night, don't expect me to acknowledge anything after putting on my pants or talk to me about things like responsibility."
Upon hearing this, Chi Ningjia, radiant as water, smiled with squinting eyes and pouted playfully: "Yeah, you did say that, don't expect you to acknowledge anything after putting on your pants, but the problem is, you haven't even put on your pants yet and you're already not acknowledging anything."
