"What do you want to do to me?" Out of curiosity, Lin Jiao swayed her hips and leaned into his arms.
"Don't move your butt."
"I'm just finding a comfortable position."
Pei Zhi, who was used as a cushion, shook his head helplessly.
He held her waist tightly and touched her face. "I want to make you cry."
"Can you bear to?"
"It depends when."
Lin Jiao seemed to understand.
The movie she had seen flashed across her mind, and her face turned red.
Seeing that she was so shy that her eyelashes were fluttering, Pei Zhi was especially curious about what was on her mind.
He raised an eyebrow and asked, "What are you thinking about?"
Lin Jiao turned off the phone that was recording.
She returned to his arms and played with the sleeve out of habit. "There are still four days until my period."
"Are you feeling unwell?" Pei Zhi's memory of menstrual period was not good, so he suddenly tensed up.
