When the phone rang, Xia Xibei was still a little dizzy.
After it rang for a while, she finally came to her senses.
And at that moment, the two of them had already exchanged positions. She was underneath Qiao Yanjue, and her clothes were about to fall apart.
If the phone hadn't rung, who knows what would have happened after that.
Qiao Yanjue pulled his hand out from under her clothes, gritting his teeth and cursing under his breath before standing up.
But he already looked woefully out of sorts, and his reaction was very
obvious.
Xia Xibei blushed as she looked at him. Standing up on her own, she walked over to the other couch and sat down, straightening her clothes in the process.
Qiao Yanjue took a few deep breaths before picking up the phone.
"What is it?" His voice was instantly cold and hard, scaring the person on the other end until they were trembling.
