"My dear, you keep pouring tea for me while we talk, and drinking too much tea can make a person too spirited. It'll be hard to fall asleep at night. Lying in bed wide awake, could it be we're supposed to chat under the covers? This must be my dear hinting at me, 'Let's not sleep tonight and do something else instead.'" He paused before adding, "Also, just now, my waist is the most sensitive area, and my dear touched it right away. Tsk tsk, that's a clear sign."
"..." This is such twisted logic—so twisted she didn't even know what to say. And sensitive waist!
"If you don't speak, you're agreeing, right?" Seeing that she didn't respond, Ye Zi'an chuckled again, "Shall we draw the curtains now?"
"I agree with your big head, ghost! I poured you tea because your lips looked dry, and you needed more water. As for your sensitive spot, heh," Yang Chuxia looked at him with ill intent, "are you sure your sensitive spot is your waist?"