"Not him? Then is it Qian Jin?" Wei Chengfeng frowned, making a wild guess.
Su Li, with a patient disposition, shook her head again, "Nope, not him either."
She sat by the bed, propping herself up with her hands on the mattress, her legs swinging as she looked at him with a playful smile, "You're still bothered, aren't you?"
Wei Chengfeng cleared his throat and sat down next to her, placing his hand on her thigh, "I am bothered. Saying I'm not would be lying to you. You say you spent a night with another man, and if I said it didn't matter, even you wouldn't believe it, right?"
"I wouldn't believe it at all." Su Li nodded, but she continued, "But I just don't want to tell you. I just want to see you anxious."
She eyed him sideways, with a hint of provocation, as if saying, 'What can you do about it?'
Wei Chengfeng smiled helplessly, "You're doing this on purpose to torment me, aren't you?"
"Yep."
"Seeing me suffer makes you happy, huh?"
