The words entangled on his thin lips, opening and closing.
Ruan Yiyi listened to what he said, momentarily speechless. She looked at his pale pink lips, so close, and couldn't help but recall some of the previous decadent images between the two of them.
She blinked her eyelashes, her throat moved, and she looked away: "Say whatever you want, after all, the mouth is yours; you can concoct whatever you like."
At this point, her tone paused: "Anyway, that's not what I really think."
Her expression seemed indifferent, as if she really didn't like him, as if she was using him to sleep with another person.
Wen Yu's gaze gradually grew darker as he stared at her expression for several seconds, seemingly trying to ascertain if what she said was true. Finally, his thin lips gently parted and he spoke, word by word:
"So you really slept with me, and you don't need to give me any explanation?"
"Didn't you enjoy it too?"
