"..."
"Where's your promise?"
"I...I just got used to hugging a pillow, I didn't intentionally slide onto yours."
Ji Chengzhou didn't say anything, he just looked at Sang Qian with those deep eyes that seldom revealed his emotions.
Yet Sang Qian felt that Ji Chengzhou's gaze said: Do you think I would believe that?
Previously, at Song Nianshuang's place, because of the quilt, she had clung to him, and then she had brazenly forced herself on him. Now, it was the pillow that brought her close to him again.
And she had confessed her feelings for him over and over.
Alright, if it were her, she wouldn't believe it either.
Since things had come to this, Sang Qian might as well smash the pot to pieces, "Yes, I've been plotting to get close to you, who told you I liked you? In the future, you better not underestimate the attraction you have on me, stay as far from me as you can, or I can't guarantee that forcing myself on you like a despot won't happen again."
Clang.
