She Is In My Bed

Sheng Ximing suddenly did not know what to say. For some reason, he felt like Li Sicheng was holding something against him. Su Qianci was probably just asleep, but couldn't he simply say that she's asleep or that she's in bed? He had to say "in my bed."

"Please don't get the wrong idea…"

"What do you need?" Li Sicheng's voice gave him a chill even through the telephone.

No matter how thick his skin was, Sheng Ximing knew that Li Sicheng did not want him to call Su Qianci. Feeling awkward, Sheng Ximing exclaimed, "I really don't mean to…"

"If you don't need anything, don't call."

The cold voice sounded flat, very Li Sicheng. Then he hung up.

Sheng Ximing had never been treated like this before and suddenly felt quite embarrassed. Looking at the guy sitting opposite him, Sheng Ximing sighed and said, "It seems that it would be difficult for us to meet her this time."