An Jiayi sat up from the bed, a slender quilt sliding off her, revealing her pale shoulders.
She saw Xie Zhang with his back to her, getting dressed.
Nothing had happened between them last night.
An Jiayi bit her lip, and after a long time, she approached the man and embraced him from behind.
Xie Zhang paused in adjusting his clothes, lowered his head, and looked at An Jiayi's hands that were entwined around his waist.
The girl's body was soft, pressing against his back, the sensation clear even through the thin fabric.
Xie Zhang was not Liu Xiaohui.
But for some reason, he didn't feel much interest towards this young girl.
"Is there anything else?" Xie Zhang's voice was cold.
An Jiayi shrank back, her voice quivering with a tremble, "No... there's nothing."
"Mm." Xie Zhang said: "Then I'm leaving now, if you're still sleepy, go back to sleep for a while."
