"Disgusting?" Song Chuyi frowned. "Then shall I take it off?"
"It'd be even more disgusting if you took it off." Changqing was afraid he would really take it off so she quickly covered herself with the blanket and turned her back to him. "Don't think you can write things off between you and Song Yunyang with one stroke by just treating me to a few meals."
"… Alright." Song Chuyi lay down silently. Looking at the little tiger sticking out silently, he could only sigh.
The little tiger had already forgotten what it felt like to eat meat.
The next day, Changqing woke up naturally. However, she woke up in a certain man's embrace.
She looked at the arm around her waist, lifted it and sat up. She looked at the time—it was nine. She woke up the man beside her angrily. "You lied to me?"
Song Chuyi opened his sleepy eyes.
Changqing said with despise, "You even said you had to do the morning shift last night."
