With effort, he pulled her into his arms.
He looked down and asked, "How is it? Are you okay?"
Ji Weitian was still somewhat dazed and stared up at him blankly until the faint scent of shower gel on him wafted into her nose, and she suddenly realized their intimate posture.
She struggled out of his arms and stepped back, leaning against the bed, her head shaking in panic, "No, no, nothing's wrong."
Remembering something, she raised an eyebrow and glared at him, "Why were you standing behind me without making a sound?"
Qin Nanyu raised the juice in his hand, his thin lips parting slightly, "Wasn't it you who asked me to hold it for you?"
Ji Weitian: "..."
Could she admit that it was bought for him and that she had already finished hers?
Ji Weitian turned to look at the empty cup she had thrown into the trash can, then looked back at Qin Nanyu.
