"Not enough."
"Ten minutes?" Zhou Liao asked again.
"Can't think that quickly," Lai Zhiyun couldn't help but laugh.
"Then take your time."
Zhou Liao moved his arm from Zhiyun's waist and turned away.
Lai Zhiyun suddenly froze, unable to suppress a sense of loss.
Just like that...
Couldn't he at least coax her a bit?
She wasn't being that demanding, was she?
Was she?
Lai Zhiyun lay still, no longer feeling the warmth from Zhou Liao's broad chest behind her. Clutching the quilt, she sank into a gloomy mood.
With her back to Zhou Liao, Lai Zhiyun didn't know what he was doing; she only heard a faint noise.
Was he getting something?
In just two or three seconds, Lai Zhiyun's thoughts had gone from feeling down, to feeling a little aggrieved, and then to being unable to resist her curiosity.
So, she turned around to look at Zhou Liao, and saw him holding his phone, staring at the screen.
