The Wind Will Carry My Message

Possessive straight-shooter × cheerful, oblivious girl “Jiang Yiyan!” Fang Qingying roared. “Can you stop clinging to me already?” No matter what Fang Qingying said, Jiang Yiyan refused to get off her bed. “You said you’d take responsibility…” Jiang Yiyan protested, but before he could finish, Fang Qingying hit him with a pillow. “Please leave me alone, and leave yourself alone too.” Fang Qingying’s face flushed red. “Just pretend I was out of line when I was drunk.” “No…” Jiang Yiyan pulled Fang Qingying close and pinned her to the bed, pressing his whole body against her. “You can only be mine.”