"Ah—!" Jiang Yi screamed, "Stop talking."
The embarrassment was unbearable.
Wen Suihan seemed to have seen through her long ago and casually pointed at her.
"The shirt you're wearing is proof..."
Only then did Jiang Yi subconsciously lower her head. Sure enough, the shirt she had on was the one Wen Suihan wore last night.
Jiang Yi was devastated.
The chaotic fragments in her mind gradually pieced together.
She indeed pushed Wen Suihan onto the sofa in front and got touchy.
But afterward, she had no impression of what she actually did.
Jiang Yi then subconsciously crossed her arms over her chest, attempting to hide the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra.
And Wen Suihan calmly said, "Don't worry, you did nothing. You just clung to me and let me hold you to sleep."
"So, you really did that?"
Jiang Yi's eyes widened.
Wen Suihan nodded with an air of inevitability, "You were so insistent; it was difficult for me, especially since we already signed the agreement..."
"Rogue!"
