Xia Weiyi wondered, could he be jealous again?
So, she took the initiative to make a friendly cup of coffee and placed it on the table.
"Ye Che, drink some coffee."
"Hmm—" Ye Che just hummed in response, then picked up the coffee cup very perfunctorily and sipped casually.
Xia Weiyi pouted and simply sat on his lap, her hand wrapping around his neck as she rubbed herself against him.
"Are you angry again? Such a petty man!"
Ye Che looked down at her, pursed his lips slightly, and didn't respond.
But his hands instinctively wrapped around her waist, supporting the entire weight of her body.
"Really angry?" Ye Che ignored her, and Xia Weiyi wiggled her little butt forward: "I just happened to bump into him, that's all."
"Also, I didn't even smile at him."
"Plus, I listened to you and kept a distance of 2 meters from him."
Xia Weiyi softly explained herself, but Ye Che merely glanced at her indifferently, continuing to play dumb.
