"Cheng Yanzhi, do you have any idea how annoying you can be? You don't respect others' opinions at all."
Cheng Yanzhi looked at her, "If you really want me to leave, I'll go. You don't have to push me. But right now, you don't want me to."
He could tell, Xia Yunsheng didn't really feel that way.
"Who said that?" Xia Yunsheng was pinned to the chair by him. His warm body against hers; despite the cold weather, she felt warm because of his proximity.
Secretary Song asked, "Young Master, are we heading back to the Cheng Residence?"
"Retreat. My dormitory." As he spoke, Cheng Yanzhi's eyes were fixated on her, as if he could undress her with just a gaze.
He wasn't stupid, why would he go back home now? Afraid there weren't enough light bulbs?
"Yes," Secretary Song nodded, his eyes full of innuendo.
Xia Yunsheng was fixed under Cheng Yanzhi's gaze, unable to look away.
