"Ah, I suppose that's the only way," Zhu Yan sighed helplessly, suddenly feeling as if she had aged ten years. "We're adults now. We have to take responsibility for our own actions."
Sun Zhe reached out and wrapped an arm around her fragrant shoulders. "Yan'Er, trust me. I will definitely resolve this."
"Of course I trust you."
"It's getting late. Let's go to bed."
Zhu Yan tensed. She reached down with a delicate hand to push away Sun Zhe's, which was slowly sliding into her nightgown. "Don't even think about it," she said coyly. "You're sleeping on the sofa tonight. I'm sleeping with Qiaoqiao."
Sun Zhe hurriedly pulled back his hand, coughed lightly, and gave Zhu Yan a pure, innocent smile. "Actually, that's what I was thinking too."
Zhu Yan rolled her eyes at him, then turned and walked toward the bedroom. "Go on, keep pretending."
