Fang Yusheng thought about that scene and curled his lips; he was looking forward to it.
"Then I won't take my cane. It will embarrass you." He leaned behind her ear, his voice low and seductive like a demon's. "You can hold my hand for the rest of the day."
A date without holding hands was not a date. It was called walking along the road.
Fang Yusheng was just beside her ear. When he spoke, his breaths entered Qiao Jiusheng's ear.
She felt itchy, and her heart skipped a beat.
Qiao Jiusheng tilted her head and glanced at Fang Yusheng, cursing him for being a male demon.
When they got home, the two of them went straight to their room.
Qiao Jiusheng showered first, followed by Fang Yusheng. After knowing Qiao Jiusheng, Fang Yusheng had changed his habit of bathing in the morning and shifted it to in the night. When he came out of the shower, he was wearing a black bathrobe. He rarely wore short clothes these years, and his skin was fairer than ordinary men.
