Rong Qingqing slowly raised her head and met Shen Jue's murderous gaze, momentarily unsure whether she should be happy or upset.
Sometimes happiness comes accompanied by embarrassment.
"Rong Qingqing, are you a pervert?" Shen Jue stared at the person lying in his arms, "You're getting more and more brazen."
"If I say it's a misunderstanding, will you believe me?" Rong Qingqing pursed her lips, "It really is a misunderstanding."
"How long are you planning to stick around in my arms?" Shen Jue had no intention of listening to Rong Qingqing's excuses.
Rong Qingqing hurriedly stood up and moved outside to explain.
"I knocked on the door just now, but you didn't respond. I thought you were inexplicably angry again and deliberately ignoring me."
Rong Qingqing watched as Shen Jue lowered his gaze without acknowledging her, instead reaching out to adjust his slightly open robe.
Her eyes glanced at Shen Jue's chest, then guiltily shifted away.
