Shen Shichu couldn't refuse her, fearing that if he didn't agree now, he might not even see her face later.
With gritted teeth, he said, "Fine."
"After lunch, I'll come to find you."
Nan Jiaojiao's indifferent voice had just reached his ears when it was followed by the beeping sound of the call being disconnected.
Shen Shichu took the phone down, looked at the screen in astonishment, his eyes filled with a fixed color.
This woman was getting harder and harder to control.
He dried his body with a towel, deleted the call log, and walked out.
Ye Shiqing had just woken up, leaning against the headboard; the quilt had slid down below her shoulders. Hearing the door open, she looked over with sultry eyes.
"I thought you had left."
Shen Shichu's eyes tightened.
Holding her under him, he kissed her, "It's still early, how about we sleep a bit more?"
Ye Shiqing pushed him away and complained, "Aren't you supposed to be taking wedding photos with sister?"