Yan Jingting was startled by the voice and abruptly sat up in bed, only to see Chu Zhiyi sitting on the ground with a befuddled expression as if she had encountered something unbelievable.
He frowned and said, "Just one question, and you react that dramatically?"
Chu Zhiyi remained silent for a long while, her brain like a computer in continuous operation. It was hard to tell how long it took before it became overloaded.
Looking up at him, she suddenly asked, "The way I acted just now, was that me asking for your pity?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Do you think I looked like a prostitute just now?"
Yan Jingting watched her gravely, "Chu Zhiyi, try saying that again?"
Seeing his anger, Chu Zhiyi prudently kept her mouth shut.
Gradually calming down, she stood up, grabbed her blanket, and said, "Don't worry, I definitely won't touch you again."
"If you don't believe me, then I'll just sleep on the floor."
Yan Jingting: "..."
