Qiao Ruo was coquettish as she stepped into the mansion with him in tow.
"I still need to go home to pack my things properly," she admitted to him.
"Xiaoruo, it's getting late. Can you go tomorrow?" Cree teased her, playfully stroking her cheek. They hadn't got far in the mansion when she found herself immobilized on the sofa located in the living room by his mischievous touches. Again, he had pinned her down on the couch and was caressing her teasingly.
"Cree, I won't have anything to wear," she defended herself.
"I won't mind if you don't wear anything," he uttered cheesily, and she glared at him irately.
"It's not funny!"
"How can you leave me, a sick patient, here all by myself?" Cree mimicked dramatically. "I can't even walk..."
"But you just did!" Qiao Ruo argued.
"I don't want to let you go," he said with a seductive grin.
"Fine, but I'm not sleeping in the same bed as you," she snapped.
