Last night was a long night, Yu Yingyi was trapped in the embrace of Song Liya all the way until morning. When she woke up, she was drenched with sweat.
"You're finally awake," said Song Liya.
Yu Yingyi looked up to see Song Liya's piercing eyes staring back at her, the same eyes that held no shame at all.
"How could I not wake up? My body is sticky because of the heat you produced!" Yu Yingyi complained.
"That was your fault, also, what you just said sounded indecent, is my influence getting to you?" asked Song Liya.
"Of course not, how did what I say even sound indecent? That brain of yours needs to be cleansed, maybe I should find a monk to put some holy water on you," said Yu Yingyi.
"Wait, I can't tell if you're serious or joking. You better not take me to a place like that." Song Liya said sternly.