His tone carried a clear hint of mischief and reminiscence.
Zhou Yujie's body stiffened slightly, then she playfully nudged him back with her elbow, casting him a sidelong glance through the misted mirror: "Don't think I don't know what you're up to..."
Despite her words, she had to admit that the thrill she felt earlier, like dancing on a knife's edge, indeed brought an unprecedented extreme experience.
It even made her a bit addicted.
Wu Wei feigned ignorance, tightening his arm, and blew hot air into her ear: "What could I possibly be up to?"
Zhou Yujie turned around to face him, water drenching her long hair, clinging to her cheeks and neck.
She looked into Wu Wei's eyes, her expression became serious, even with a touch of pleading: "Wu Wei, Yuyan is my sister. I... don't mind whatever you do with other women, as long as you don't abandon me."
"But, Yuyan... please don't think about her, okay? I don't want her to get hurt!"
