"What on earth are you babbling about?! You, you, you..." Bei Yiyi jumped in agitation, pointing a finger at him, her cheeks flushed, puffed with anger, "You're practically, practically, ruining my reputation!"
Wu Yao looked at her in this state, his eyes filled with deeper amusement.
He wrapped her pointed finger with his big hand, tightened his grip, and pulled her instantly into his embrace, wrapping his arms around her waist. His laughter-touched voice sounded in front of her, "Yiyi, everyone in the company knows what happened in the office. If I don't say you're my girlfriend to protect your reputation, do you want me to say we're just a fling?!"
As soon as that was mentioned, Bei Yiyi's cheeks turned crimson.
Of course, she didn't want others to say she was Wu Yao's mistress,
but...
Bei Yiyi was awkward and uncomfortable, mumbling softly, "I haven't agreed to be your girlfriend..."
