"Sure."
Sheng Yang didn't expect Yi Juncheng to answer so readily and immediately turned to look at him.
If she were to put herself in his shoes, even she would feel the pinch.
She knew that with Yi Juncheng's personality, he would definitely agree, but he might hesitate a little. She didn't expect him to be so reckless.
Something was wrong.
Sheng Yang pondered for a moment, her bright amber eyes blinking.
Yi Juncheng wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her gently on her small ear. "What's mine is yours. What's yours is still yours. What's wrong with that?"
The tip of her ear quickly turned pink and then red.
Yangyang always seemed impassive, but he gradually realized that her ears were like a sensor for her mood.
He gently lifted her, and with a little pressure, he set her down on the lab table.
The corner of Sheng Yang's eye twitched. "You sounded so righteous just now. Are you circling back?"
