Sitting in the corner, she basically didn't dare get too close to him.
Ling Chuan glanced over, then directly scooted closer to sit next to An Ziqing. An Ziqing immediately scooted further away.
Ling Chuan scooted after her.
Seeing Ling Chuan looking at her, An Ziqing glanced back at him, then continued scooting over.
Ling Chuan frowned, really not understanding what this wicked woman was doing, and silently moved in closer again.
An Ziqing really didn't get it. This man hadn't shown his face in months—how come the moment he got drunk he showed up at her door and started doing such childish crap! Everyone just keeps scooting around together—was this game really that fun?
With a "thud," a sharp pain shot up from her butt. She lifted her head with a pitiful look and glared angrily at the man whose face screamed harmless.
"Eh, how'd you end up on the floor?" he even asked, all innocent.
It was like the fact that she'd fallen made him feel a rush of pleasure.
