Great. I'm dying of social embarrassment.
But I haven't quite died yet.
Because Yin Zhi was still right there, staring at her.
Wen Qian's head was buzzing. She wanted to grab her phone, but her hands were still pinned down by Yin Zhi.
Giving up, she flopped onto the bed and squeezed her eyes shut.
The two remained in a stalemate. Perhaps the sunlight was just too warm, because after a moment, Wen Qian's eyelids started to feel heavy.
Seeing her drowsy expression, the tightness in Yin Zhi's chest grew even more unbearable.
After another moment passed with Wen Qian still not moving, the young man bit his lip. "So, who do you choose?"
As he asked the question, Yin Zhi felt a surge of grievance. He was clearly the first one to mark her, yet that damned snake had beaten him to the punch like this.
Wen Qian had been on the verge of sleep, but when she felt the pressure on her wrists loosen, she instantly became more alert.
