Wei Anning's cheeks were flushed, this man was shamelessly brazen. What's with his allusions to crude things? She looked at him with disdain, only to notice he had been coolly propping up his chin the whole time.
"Leng Youchen, did you dislocate your jaw? Aren't you tired from holding it up all the time?"
Leng Youchen glared at her irritably, "What are you dawdling there for? I told you to lie on the sofa. Are you deaf or something?"
Wei Anning pouted and sat down next to the sofa, her little legs twitching restlessly, "Leng Youchen, why do you lock yourself in the study every day? What are you so busy with? I haven't seen you at all for the past couple of days."
"Miss me, hmm?" His voice was lazy and teasing, his deep-set phoenix eyes fixed steadily on her.
