He Zhiyao acted as if he hadn't heard the cellphone ringing at all and went straight to the point.
Qin Shuang whimpered in pain, her fingers unconsciously tightening on the hem of his clothes.
The cellphone at her ear kept ringing incessantly, like a death knell.
She couldn't help but turn her head again.
Not until He Zhiyao's lips crashed down and bit her with a punitive edge did he whisper a threat, "Still thinking about other things?"
Qin Shuang's voice struggled from the corner of her lips, "Your... phone."
"So you are still thinking about other things?" He Zhiyao slowed his movements, grinding against her little by little.
Until Qin Shuang couldn't take it anymore and a touch of tearful red spilled from the corner of her eyes.
Only then did He Zhiyao's mood improve significantly, his fingertips wiping away the tears at the corner of her eyes, pressing against her lips, "Getting pretty skilled, aren't you? If you're not focused, you'll have plenty to cry about."