"Didn't uncle and aunt tell you we're coming over today?"
"I was thinking about our meeting this afternoon, how to tell you about myself, didn't ask much about guests coming over." That was the truth.
Jiang Chengsi leaned down slightly, getting even closer to her.
The heat from his body rushed over her, making her blood surge.
"So, you've been thinking about me?"
"..."
Jiang Chengsi's face showed no expression, but his words seemed to carry a burning heat.
"Why are you silent? Or are you saying that thinking about me is false? Are you lying to me?" His inherently unruly and mischievous face suddenly turned sharp, exuding a sinister aura.
She pressed her lips tightly together, her heart racing.
"Are you addicted to lying? Lying to me again?" He seemed to be even closer, "Tell me, what else have you lied about, hmm?"
The final sound was drawn out, his breath long, seeping into her skin.
