Chapter 100: Form is Emptiness, Emptiness is Form

"What's wrong?" The man's voice came down from above, carrying his unique scent.

Ye Weiwei looked up at the man, a bit perplexed, "I don't know, it seems like I haven't used a computer for over five years, can't handle the system, and I've crashed it."

"Don't worry, I've got this." Xiao Jinghan said as he sat next to Ye Weiwei, wrapping one arm around her back and resting it on the left side of the computer, while his other hand tapped the computer keyboard.

Ye Weiwei's mind was full of computer problems, and she hardly noticed how intimate their posture was.

"What were you doing just before?" Xiao Jinghan whispered into Ye Weiwei's ear.

The warmth of the man's breath made Ye Weiwei's ear tickle, and she raised her hand subconsciously to rub it, but the man took the opportunity to kiss her fingertips.

The shock made Ye Weiwei stiffen completely.

"What's wrong?" The man, having succeeded in his mischief, pretended as if he had done nothing.