The few words were entwined between his thin lips, opening and closing.
Ruan Yiyi listened to what he said, unable to respond for a moment, and that's fine. She stared at his pale pink lips so close, and couldn't help but recall some of their past intimate moments.
Her eyelashes fluttered slightly as she shifted her gaze, her throat moving, "You can say whatever you want, anyway, the mouth is yours. You can make up whatever you like."
At this point, her tone paused, "Besides, my heart doesn't think like that."
Her expression seemed indifferent, as if she truly disliked him, as if she was treating him as another person.
Wen Yu's eyes gradually darkened, staring at her expression for a few seconds, seemingly trying to determine if she was telling the truth. Finally, his thin lips parted, each word slowly dropped:
"So you really slept with me without needing any explanation?"
"Didn't you enjoy it too?"
