You Are Lying. Bad Girl

Lin Jiao looked at the ceiling at a loss, her face as red as a freshly cooked tomato.

She fiddled with the bedsheets, her thoughts turning into a ball of thread.

Suddenly, he placed his warm palm on the back of her hand. It was like a fire brushing past her skin. It was hot and itchy.

Pei Zhi tickled her skin. The calluses on his fingers were like thorns, making her arms go numb.

He leaned down. "Are you hungry?"

The only response he got was a rumble from her stomach.

Lin Jiao's neck turned red.

She stole a glance at him and was so embarrassed that she wanted to dig a hole and hide in it. "You…"

His thin lips pressed against her forehead the next second.

Pei Zhi kissed her lightly, helped her up, and squatted down to help her put on her shoes.

His movements were natural and practiced, as if their relationship had not changed and they were still a couple in love.