A Favor (1)

Xiong Jingfei pulled herself up, unwilling to be defeated, because Yang Zheyan decided to take this a step further. Pulling on the collar of his shirt, she leaned in and whispered into his ears, "It's too bad that we have to put a stop to this fun." 

He gave her a look that he wasn't sure why they had to stop. That was until he followed her eyesight to the cellphone on the table. On the screen, it showed a name that shouldn't be showing up on her phone. 

"Yes?" Xiong Jingfei answered the call. "Did you need something?"

"Fei-"

"Darling~, how can you leave me hanging when you started it first?" Yang Zheyan said in a flirtatious voice and loud enough that the person on the phone can hear him. "If you want, I can let you be on top this time. When you're tired, we can switch position again." 

Xiong Jingfei's eyes rounded at the absurdity coming out of Yang Zheyan's mouth.