Sitting there like a big boss, still have the nerve to ask what's wrong?
But then again, this person is indeed a big boss.
Shen Dang's gaze was fixed on the glass of water in her hand as he said forthrightly, "I want to drink from that one."
He didn't hide his intentions.
Qiao Xi remained silent.
The silence was tonight's Cambridge.
The two faced off without a word.
Qiao Xi leisurely finished a glass of water, then took another glass and poured some for him.
Her hand had just reached out to him when Shen Dang grasped her wrist.
Qiao Xi slightly lowered her eyelashes, her pair of phoenix eyes looking at him in confusion.
"What are you doing?"
Shen Dang took the water glass from her hand and placed it on the coffee table.
His hand took advantage of the motion to pull her onto his lap.
Qiao Xi's heart skipped a beat.
Below her was his sturdy legs, and she was enveloped by his potent hormonal scent—easy actions that could cause palpitations.
He said, "I'm taking an inch."
