"I'm being pretentious?" Shen Zhaoli asked calmly and softly.
Wen Jiao couldn't quite figure out his attitude, but she pressed on, saying, "If not, then what? If this isn't being pretentious, then what is?"
Shen Zhaoli, tired of arguing with Wen Jiao, closed his eyes, chuckled, and slowly said, "Sooner or later, I'll deal with you."
Wen Jiao, from his seemingly non-joking words, sensed something too extreme.
She shut her mouth and silently ended the topic.
It's unclear how much time passed, but suddenly Shen Zhaoli propped himself up on his arm and looked at her.
They were too close to each other. Even in the thick of night, Wen Jiao could still clearly see Shen Zhaoli's eyebrows and eyes.
She became extremely nervous, her voice trembling, "You... you're going to deal with me now?"
"What are you thinking about every day?" Shen Zhaoli sounded quite speechless. He paused, his voice becoming softer and more enticing, "Jiaojiao, I want to hold you while we sleep, is that ok?"
