"Let's go somewhere," Yu Zhen said.
"Somewhere private…?" she hesitatingly said, ready to reject him.
They were already in a private place—her bedroom, but she wouldn't even count this personal library as part of her enormous bedroom. A large waiting room furnished with tables and chairs separated the library from the area where her bed was.
People would have to get through two doors to reach the library.
Yu Zhen raised a brow. He already knew what was running through her head. She was an open-book, but perhaps only for him.
"Did you have dirty thoughts, Sunshine?"
Li Xueyue scowled. He was the one to blame. She crossed her arms and stared up.
"Only because you always speak your words as if they have a double-meaning."
"It only has double-meaning because you think it does," he said.
"No, I don't," she argued.
"Yes, you do."
"I don't."
"You do."
"I don't."
"You do."
