Lu Jing's mouth twitched uncontrollably, and he was unable to react otherwise.
Not until the sound of approaching footsteps finally snapped him back to reality.
His first reaction was to throw his cell phone far away.
Sure enough, Jiang Ye was already standing at the doorway, wrapped only in a bath towel:
"Who are you texting?" he asked, smiling.
Cough cough.
Lu Jing hadn't fully recovered yet, his whole being still unsettled, and such a question nearly made him jump out of bed.
"Huh? No one, just Liu Yuan."
The man took steps closer:
"Liu Yuan?"
"Yeah, who else could it be?"
"What did she send you?"
She didn't send anything, why react so oddly?
Jiang Ye wasn't stupid or blind.
He could clearly see.
Lu Jing's throat felt choked up:
"She didn't say much," he managed to say.
The words from Liu Yuan were indeed too embarrassing to speak out loud, mainly because they were a bit too intimate and salacious.
