"Xixi, what are you thinking about?" He strode over to her side and sat down, placing the towel beside him, then casually wrapped Ling Xi into his arms.
"Nothing." Startled awake, Ling Xi leaned obediently against him, playing with his fingertips, and said thoughtfully, "I was just wondering how Ou Cheng is doing now... Ouch... What are you doing?" Before she finished speaking, her waist was abruptly yanked, leaving Ling Xi somewhat annoyed at Sheng Jingyi's inexplicable behavior.
"Thinking of another man in my arms, Xixi, you're very bold." Although he knew that Ling Xi's thoughts of Ou Cheng could not possibly be out of longing for him, the affection that man had for his treasure was something that even he found terrifying and obsessive. Even though Xixi didn't like him and even hated him, Sheng Jingyi still couldn't help but see him as a rival in love.
