Jian Yanyan looked at him. "Sharing the same cup with me will infect you…"
Su Junhao raised an eyebrow. "You've already kissed me, and you're still scared of using the same cup?"
He put the cup down, then jumped back onto the bed, pulling her tightly into his arms. His voice was low and hoarse. "It's only a little after four, sleep a bit more, okay?"
Jian Yanyan pushed at him. "I can sleep on my own, you should go."
Su Junhao thought she wasn't angry anymore—so why was she suddenly telling him to leave? He stared at her, his gaze burning hot.
His eyes were so dark it felt like he was going to devour her.
"Are you jealous of Angel?" He wrapped his arms around her, rested his chin on her shoulder, and asked her in a low voice.
Jian Yanyan curved her lips in a mocking smile. "Jealous?"
She silently repeated the word once in her head, then said nothing more, just lay there with her back to him, shoulders trembling.
