Shi Su's ears have always been her sensitive spot; she knew it, and Jing Jihan knew it even better.
But now they were outside, in a tent, recording a show. No matter what, she forcefully held back the instinctual moan, then turned her gaze back to him, lightly pushing him and glaring at him not to bite recklessly.
Jing Jihan whispered into her ear, "I didn't know before, you're really quite jealous."
"Same goes for you," Shi Su retorted defiantly.
The man raised an eyebrow, hugged her with one arm, and casually pushed the styrofoam box filled with ice cubes to the side with the other, holding Shi Su as they lay down directly.
The pillows in the tent were simple too, and just like last night, Shi Su used his arm as a pillow. It was like how they slept at home, so she wasn't embarrassed. Besides, whether the cameras could capture their figures or not, it wasn't a live broadcast, so it wouldn't be shown anyway.
