The words she had blurted out while drunk slowly surfaced in Jiang Jiu's mind, leaving her a bit short-circuited for a moment.
She pursed her lips, not speaking.
Suddenly, Jiang Jiu stood up from the bathtub, "Sorry for the disturbance, I'll be heading back now."
But how could Jiang Siyan possibly let her leave so easily?
"After calling so many people to keep you company yesterday, are you telling me I'm already too much for you to handle?"
Knowing she was in the wrong, Jiang Jiu lifted her foot to kick, "You have the nerve to talk about me, you have women yourself!"
The man easily wrapped his arms around her ankle, adjusting his position.
Jiang Jiu's ankle was slender and fair, like perfectly sculpted porcelain that irresistibly invited touch.
A smile tugged at the corners of Jiang Siyan's mouth, "Are you jealous?"
"You're thinking too much. What I mean is, let's each do our own thing and not bother each other."
