"It was you, sniffling and crying last night, clinging to me and not letting me leave. Why else do you think I haven't left?" Qin Jingzhi replied languidly.
Ren Chuqing's face flushed abruptly. She could only remember their conversation in the car; everything else was completely without impression.
"I... I didn't do anything else, did I?" she asked somewhat awkwardly.
He stared at her, straightened up, and walked closer to her. "What if I told you that after I brought you back last night, you pinned me down on the bed, kissing and hugging me, wanting to sleep with me, what would you plan to do?"
Ren Chuqing's face immediately turned a mixture of red and white before she almost immediately denied it, "Impossible!"
"Why is it impossible?" Qin Jingzhi countered.
"Because... you are Jingzhi, you are..." She hesitated, seemingly unsure whether to continue.
"I am what?" he pressed on.
