Seeing him seriously changing something she had said offhand, Ye Qingci couldn't help but slightly tilt her lips upward, "If you're sleepy, go to sleep. It's the weekend; you're supposed to rest anyhow."
"You stay with me!" Jian Shichu hugged Ye Qingci as if she were a pillow, gripping her tightly, burying his cheek into her shoulder, and sniffing her fragrance vigorously.
His tone was dominating and imperious, yet there was a hint of coquetry in it.
Ye Qingci was momentarily stunned.
What exactly was their relationship?
Calling herself Jian Shichu's prisoner seemed inaccurate, as his every move clearly showed consideration for her.
But to say that she and Jian Shichu were friends... how could she possibly be considered a friend of Seventh Master Jian?
Her body stiffened, her breath icy.
