Zhao Tian glanced at the beautiful woman who had pinned him down on the bed, as she sat on his abdomen.
"I need to talk with you, so please talk."
Zhao Tian slightly frowned his eyebrows "As I told you, I don't want to-"
Ling Chen closed his mouth with her palm and said "Please..."
Zhao Tian still frowning, muttered, "Ok, then..."
With a sigh, Ling Chen retracted her hand and asked, her voice soft rather than cold as usual "Why... you seem like avoiding me."
Zhao Tian shrugged "You already said that you hate me, so I thought I shouldn't bother you anymore. You don't like being approached by the person you hate, right?"
H-Huh? For that? Ling Chen was dumbfounded "F-For that?" Her confusion quickly turned to joy as a smile spread across her face and she couldn't help but burst into giggles. Tears of happiness welled up in her eyes, overwhelming her with a flood of emotions.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!