Changqing's right hand futilely pushed at his waist.
At that moment, her phone, which was on the chair in the changing room, suddenly rang. "My ph… phone."
"Leave it…"
"It's definitely something important…" Changqing even saw the two words "Wen Tong" on the screen.
"Now… dealing with me is your most important issue," Song Chuyi said with a deep and hoarse voice, pressing tightly against her.
Changqing's face blushed from his teasing. It wasn't until the phone stopped ringing and started ringing again that Song Chuyi carried her and placed her on the chair because he found the ringing annoying and ear-piercing.
Changqing quickly grabbed her phone and picked up the call, but the call was from Zuo Qian. "Changqing, I saw the news this morning. Was your face really the result of someone else's doing?"
"That… that…" Changqing's mind was in a complete mess because of Song Chuyi and she couldn't even speak complete sentences.