"Da Niu, don't be mad." Wang Jiaojiao's brows knotted into a question mark, yet she still wore a hesitating look, as if wanting to say more.
The more she acted that way, the more Wang Daniu felt there was something amiss.
"Is there something inconvenient for you to say to me? It seems that you're still Sun Defu's person after all, and ours was just a one-night stand."
Wang Daniu climbed off Wang Jiaojiao's passionate body and lay down on the bed, sullen and dejected.
Wang Jiaojiao felt a wave of emptiness and couldn't help feeling a bit downhearted.
"Look at you, as if there's anything I could keep from you," Wang Jiaojiao said as she snuggled over, "You know full well what's going on with that old guy; I am not only yours in body, but even more so in heart."
As she spoke, Wang Jiaojiao took Wang Daniu's arm and wriggled into the crook of his elbow.
