Wang Dahai quietly withdrew his hand.
In front of Zhao Xue, it was better to restrain himself.
"I have some more things to do, so I won't go."
"Ah, you're not going?"
Liu Weiwei pouted and said, "But I wanted to go with you."
As she said this, she deliberately glanced at Zhao Xue.
Then, she suddenly asked, "Wang, what time did you get up this morning?"
"A little after seven, why?"
"Did you notice if I was also in your bed when you got up?"
"Uh..."
He didn't know how to reply to that.
Zhao Xue's expression had already turned ugly at this point.
She continued, "Wang, do you know what happened last night?"
Wang Dahai pretended not to know and shook his head.
"Really don't know?" Liu Weiwei leaned in closer again, her ample figure, tightened by her T-shirt, pressing against his arm, and said, "Last night, I almost became your woman."
"Liu Weiwei!"
Zhao Xue suddenly raised her voice.