An Jiayi had never had such a clear understanding of the term "pillow talk" before.
She blinked slowly, digesting Xie Zhang's words.
And Xie Zhang, gripping An Jiayi's waist, pulled her into his embrace, his voice arrogant and husky, "I'll deal with you in a few days!"
An Jiayi's face turned red, and she fell silent.
But she was certain that this time, when Xie Zhang spoke to her like this, she didn't feel scared.
Even more so, deep inside her heart, there was a vague sense of anticipation.
An Jiayi leaned against Xie Zhang's chest and hugged him tightly, earnestly saying word by word: "Then you must come in a few days."
Xie Zhang felt that this girl was getting a bit too bold.
Yet he couldn't get angry; instead, the corners of his lips uncontrollably curled into a slight smile.
Damn it, she was indeed a bit cute.
When An Jiayi arrived at the company the next day, she received a variety of looks from everyone.
