"Get up, sit properly!" Ning Zesheng said calmly.
Qiao Anlu shook her head, lying back on the sofa defiantly.
Ning Zesheng picked her up with one hand and moved closer to her, the two almost sitting pressed against each other on the sofa, so quiet around them that they could hear each other's heartbeat.
Ning Zesheng suddenly reached out, his fingertip intentionally or unintentionally landed below her ear, Qiao Anlu lost focus for a moment, then slightly pulled away.
Ning Zesheng never loosened his grip on her, just said, "Is there an injury here?"
"Huh? No!" Qiao Anlu touched the spot with her hand, it did hurt a little.
She struggled free from Ning Zesheng's hold, then casually took a mirror from under the coffee table, reached out and swept all her hair to the other side, looking very alluring.
