Hearing Baili Jing's voice, Jiang Qingli's mind went blank for a second.
In the second she froze, a pale, slender hand reached past her, decisively hung up, and tossed the terminal aside.
"Hey!" Jiang Qingli snapped back to her senses and scrambled to pick it up.
Ye Linyuan had one hand clamped around her leg, so she could only twist her body and stretch her arm out to reach for it.
The movement caused the skirt bunched around her waist to fall in cascading layers, covering her slender, pale waistline.
But what displeased Ye Linyuan even more was the girl's rare expression of anxiety.
It was as if... she was afraid the person whose call had been disconnected would get the wrong idea.
The thought irritated Ye Linyuan.
Ye Linyuan's breathing involuntarily grew heavier, and the fingers gripping her waist slowly tightened.
"Stop messing around." Jiang Qingli freed a hand to slap his away, her fingers fumbling for the terminal.
Ye Linyuan froze, staring at his own hand.
