"Hey, hey, hey, Zuo Hancheng, I'm asking you a serious question. You can't just get away with this!"
Anhao was pressed against the sofa by him, and his hand was slowly moving up her waist until it touched her armpit. She giggled and wriggled back and forth between his arms and the sofa."Aiya! It's so itchy!" I'm so serious, so serious. Can't you answer me seriously too…Aiya, don't touch me…Itchy..."
"The past is still the past. No matter how serious you ask, it's still the past. Haven't you always acted like you don't care? Now, you're asking me with such a caring attitude. What kind of answer do you want me to give you?"
Zuo Hancheng leaned over her and placed his hands on both sides of her body.""Do you want to hear the story of me getting to know another woman many years ago, or do you want me to summarize the central idea of your previous relationship so that it will help you express yourself in your essay?"
