He lowered his voice and deliberately asked her,
"Still jealous?"
Caught off guard by his words, Su Xingyue was momentarily uneasy.
"Who's jealous? I'm not like you, I'm not that petty!"
But she didn't want to admit that she had become as petty as him.
After she spoke, she found herself unconsciously walking to the edge of the bed.
Just as she regained her senses and was about to turn toward the bathroom, her wrist was suddenly grasped by a strong hand.
Following that, he pulled slightly harder, and she fell onto the large bed.
She gasped, but the man had already flipped over, pinning her beneath him.
One hand encircled her waist while one arm propped him up on the bed, not putting his full weight on her.
"I haven't showered yet…" she reminded him.
She had been cooking in the kitchen today, so she smelled a bit like cooking oil.
"It doesn't matter!" the man said, unconcerned, pursing his lips.
He had said before that even if she smelled awful, he would never mind.
