"Ye Sihan..." Xing Ling murmured against his chest, her voice buzzing.
"Mm."
"Now that you've touched me, you're not allowed to touch any other woman." Xing Ling displayed possessiveness.
Ye Sihan didn't say anything.
Getting anxious, Xing Ling raised her head, "You have to take responsibility for me!"
"How do you want me to take responsibility?"
"Only I can be in your heart and body." Xing Ling pouted.
Ye Sihan didn't say anything, let go of her, and got up to dress.
With a body in discomfort, Xing Ling sat up, "What do you mean by this?"
"I make no promises." His voice was somewhat cold. "We're adults, it's normal."
Xing Ling's face turned dark, her heart aching with a sour bitterness.
She hadn't expected Ye Sihan to say such things to her.
His callousness made it hard for her to breathe.
In the end, Ye Sihan only saw her as Tang Yu's substitute, never intending to take responsibility, just a physical exchange and release between a man and a woman.