Sheng Yanxiao reached back and hooked her shoulder, pressing her onto the sofa: "She took up my time."
Su Weiyi's face turned red again, the two were very close, very intimate, but there were no ambiguous moves; their breaths intertwined in close proximity, yet even so, it was already quite suggestive.
The outside had already turned dark, no lights were on in the room, only the light in each other's eyes; Su Weiyi pressed her lips together, unsure of what to say.
Sheng Yanxiao was the first to speak: "Seeing another woman in my home, did you misunderstand? Get jealous? Do you just not trust me at all?"
Su Weiyi did not expect he would still remember this, quietly lowered her eyes, and defended in a small voice: "I didn't... besides, in such a setting, anyone would misunderstand, right?"
Sheng Yanxiao slightly increased the grip on her hand, pressing her into the soft sofa, Sheng Yanxiao's voice sounded in Su Weiyi's ear: "Weiwei, I like you, only you."
