“It's so cold outside, yet you didn't even put a jacket on before coming out here. Are you really that hot?”

Lina grabbed an overcoat and draped it over Sheng Jiaoyang's shoulders.

Sheng Jiaoyang wrapped the overcoat around herself. She turned her head to look towards Lina as if she wanted to say something, but she hesitated.

“What's happened? Just say whatever it is that you want to say!” Lina glanced towards the other side and saw that the room was dark. “It seems that he won’t return today, so there isn't anyone else here.”

“Yesterday night I, probably, presumably, maybe kissed Demon King Shen.” Sheng Jiaoyang wore a pained expression.

“Uh-huh, that’s normal. If you didn't kiss, then how were the other party's lips bitten by you?” Lina didn't feel even the slightest...