She vaguely heard that one word, Yiyi, called out from the man's mouth.
"Are you okay?" His arm securely wrapped around her waist, asking her if she was alright.
Sheng Yi felt a slight warmth in her ears, shook her head, and said: "…No."
Many people called her Yiyi: her parents, Yuanyuan, Liu Ru, her close friends and relatives, even her fans.
Now, there was one more person.
And she actually felt that when he called her 'Yiyi,' it sounded better than when anyone else did.
Even though she didn't know why he suddenly changed the way he addressed her, Sheng Yi thought, it made everything feel much closer.
Otherwise, Miss Sheng Yi, word by word, felt too distant.
At this moment, Sheng Yi was still slightly stunned.
In this position, she held a glass cup in her hands, both arms bent, pressing against his broad chest. The arm around her waist was tight and strong, and…his palm at that instant wasn't gentlemanly balled into a fist.
