"Right now, I just want to sleep with you."
Shen Yibei showed no shame; he had long wanted to do this with the woman he liked.
Lan Ruowei was both angry and shy, unsure what to say for a moment.
"I've thought about it so much my stomach hurts."
Shen Yibei followed up with another line.
"Shut up."
Lan Ruowei covered his mouth, her face flushed.
The woman's soft hand pressed against his lips, sending ripples through Shen Yibei's heart, as he gently stuck out his tongue to lick.
"Ah."
Lan Ruowei immediately withdrew her hand, feeling a tingle in her palm, and looked at him angrily, "Shen Yibei, what are you doing?"
"That was a kiss from a big star, you got lucky."
Shen Yibei shamelessly said.
"Who cares about your kiss, it's disgusting."
Lan Ruowei felt her palm covered in saliva, glanced at the man beside her, and rubbed her hand on his clothes.
"Ah, Lan Ruowei, what are you doing, stop, don't rub randomly."
