But she seemed to have forgotten, you're better off believing in ghosts than believing a man's damn mouth.
Next time, he'd never remember what he'd promised her, and everything would go back to the way it was.
Lu Yanhe stroked her soft hair, the corners of his lips lifting. "Jiajia, are you so tired you don't even have the strength to talk, hm?"
Su Jia pressed her lips together and completely ignored him. She knew very well just how shameless this man was; at a time like this, the less she said, the better.
Otherwise if one word set him off, she wouldn't even have to think about getting out of bed tomorrow.
But getting no response to his shameless question, Lu Yanhe felt a bit unwilling, and thick-skinned as ever, scooted right up to her.
He pulled her into his arms. Su Jia was so exhausted it felt like all the bones in her body had fallen apart. She couldn't be bothered to resist and just let him do whatever.
