"Alright, the live broadcast has been cut off. Now, let's discuss what you promised me last night." Jun Shiling removed the pen from Xia Wanyuan's hand and pressed her onto the sofa.
"I didn't agree to anything. Get up." Xia Wanyuan pushed Jun Shiling helplessly. "I have ink on my hand."
"I don't care." Jun Shiling looked down at Xia Wanyuan. There was a smile in Xia Wanyuan's eyes. The collarbone under her neck was half-hidden, and it could easily draw out the heat in Jun Shiling's heart.
Xia Wanyuan had been filming martial arts scenes for the past few days. She felt that she could not let Jun Shiling mess around anymore, so she hooked her arms around Jun Shiling's neck. Her eyelashes blinked gently, and her big eyes flashed with a hint of weakness. "I'm tired."
Xia Wanyuan usually looked cold and cheerless. Now that she suddenly showed weakness, it made Jun Shiling's heart weak.
