I Hate You, Ji Shiting!
Editor: Atlas Studios
Ye Shengge was lying on the sofa.
She was shocked to hear the man's voice, and she covered her chest with her phone. She then sat up from the sofa and smiled at him. "You shower so fast."
Ji Shiting walked over and looked at her phone. He then looked at her face with an ambiguous gaze.
"You seem nervous."
He had heard the woman's happy laughter from afar, so he had asked. He hadn't expected her to cover her chest with her phone, indicating that she didn't want him to see her partner in the video.
Ye Shengge widened her eyes and said, "No, I'm just doing it out of habit."
"Really?" The man raised an eyebrow. "Why don't you show me your phone? The video call hasn't ended yet."
The woman had only held her phone to her chest, so she probably hadn't hung up yet.
"Why are you looking at my phone?" Ye Shengge said.