A Bet?
Jingwei spluttered, but could not truly refute the claims.
"You did say 'bring it' and it involved my spit!" Jingwei explained. "My brain just made the connection on its own and spiralled down the gutter faster than my company's shares plummeting when I had a scandal." He continued to confess.
Xue Ning did not look appeased or impressed by his honesty or his comparison. She crossed her arms in front of her, and that had the interesting effect of emphasising her already full chest to Sun Jingwei.
Sun Jingwei gulped and reluctantly tore his eyes away from her curves that were still visible through his T-shirt. Suddenly, he remembered how they felt against his chest when they had fallen on the floor together.
The room felt very warm all of a sudden. He stretched out his collar with an errant hand.