"Then just watch." Yu Weiwei scoffed again, full of disdain, so childish.
"Weiwei, say it one more time, do you love me?"
Li Beiting was serious, his face stern, lips lightly pursed, eyes deep.
"Li Beiting, it's women who ask that sort of question, okay? Are you a woman? Why are you asking?" Yu Weiwei sweated.
Profuse sweating, extreme sweating, waterfall sweating, Genghis Khan sweating.
"I just want to hear your answer again."
"I'm not answering." Yu Weiwei refused to answer such a childish question.
Last time when she was drunk, he had asked, and she said "love," the result was disastrous.
This time, having just experienced a disaster, she definitely didn't want another because her back was still sore.
Li Beiting lowered his head and gazed into her eyes.
Without uttering a single word, he simply stared into her eyes.
Yu Weiwei felt her hair stand on end from his gaze and tried to sit up from his embrace, but his large hand pressed on her waist, keeping her from moving.