Looking at Song Weiyin, who was both shy and anxious, Shen Qiang, lying on the bed, couldn't help but laugh. The once-in-a-millennium beauty, the unparalleled film queen Song Weiyin, the Jade Girl Sect Leader of the film industry, always maintaining her noble and pure white lotus demeanor in front of others, untouchable by anyone, yet she was just a gentle and obedient woman in front of Shen Qiang, allowing him to do as he pleased.
"Alright, it's no big deal. It's probably just the lighting from the bedside lamp, or perhaps some other reasons. You know, Ye Guyun is a demon, her thoughts are a bit different from normal people. Besides, it's just a dream walk, why make such a fuss?"
Shen Qiang tried to comfort her.
Song Weiyin, blushing like a lobster, felt both shy and embarrassed, and coquettishly retorted, "Not listening, not listening, I'm not listening."
As she spoke, she covered her ears.
