"No, listen to me."
"Fine, talk!" Li Zhi glared at Shen Yuan, her gaze seeming to say, 'I'd like to see what you can possibly say to get out of this.'
Shen Yuan reached out and stroked her soft, long hair. "First of all, if we don't sit on the bed, were you thinking we'd sit on the chair?"
Li Zhi glanced back at the chair, which was now quite a distance from her.
"There's only one chair. If I want to hold you, you'd have to sit on my lap. That would be even more inappropriate."
Li Zhi blinked, imagining the scene of herself sitting on Shen Yuan's lap.
'This… let's not. It's still too soon.'
"And besides the chair, we can't just sit on the floor, can we?"
Shen Yuan looked at Li Zhi earnestly. "In conclusion, the bed is our only option."
Hearing Shen Yuan's twisted logic, Li Zhi got angry and kicked him again.
"You've got an answer for everything!" she muttered, glaring fiercely at Shen Yuan. "Go get me some ice cream. I'm craving it."
"Okay! Just wait here for a minute!"
