Before Qu Tong could reply, Rong Chengjue's voice came through the communication: "Alright, just get it from Rong Yueqing."
Listening to Rong Chengjue deliberately raising his voice, Si Yuting's lips curled into a smirk, as he stepped forward to hang up the communication for Qu Tong.
Qu Tong put away the Light Brain, flipped over to sit up, her fingers touching Si Yuting's waist and abdomen, raising her eyebrows teasingly, "Yo~ Your Highness isn't selling arts or body now?"
"Anyway, I was going to take it off later anyway."
As the words fell, Si Yuting's hand scooped up, bringing both of them backwards onto the soft, large bed.
Si Yuting on top, Qu Tong underneath.
The next second, a moist sensation spread from Qu Tong's ear, the tingling sensation of his breath spraying sent shivers through her entire body.
"Your Highness!" Clutching Si Yuting's shoulders suddenly with force, Qu Tong called out in exasperation.
This damned man!
