"My feet are a little sore."
Sun Qianyue spoke first. She wanted to sit down; only by sitting would she have room to maneuver. She couldn't very well ask him to sit first and then plant herself directly on his lap—that would be moving way too fast. Even though she was practically throwing herself at him, she couldn't do it with zero self-respect; there had to be a proper progression.
First this, immediately after that, then the next thing, and finally the last.
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