Her body shuddered, and Han Yingying subconsciously rebutted, "Maybe they were just chatting under the quilt..."
She didn't even believe that herself.
Especially since Teresa's departure had been so suggestive.
But she could only force herself not to believe it.
Ye Haofan was amused by her words, "Chatting under the quilt? Han Yingying, do you need me to prove through personal action that a man and a woman locked in a room, even without a quilt, will not just talk?"
"Ye Haofan, you're a rogue!" Han Yingying angrily muttered under her breath, not expecting to suddenly be flirted with.
"I thought I had been gentlemanly enough, or perhaps you haven't met a real rogue?" Ye Haofan didn't get angry at her words but instead pressed closer, with an intense sense of pressure.
"Let go of me, I'm not in the mood for jokes."
"I never joke."
"Ye Haofan, what exactly do you want?" Han Yingying was somewhat irritable, finding the man before her truly incomprehensible.
