Gu Chaohan raised his head, putting some distance between their bodies.
His other hand braced against her shoulder, then leaned closer to her ear.
His magnetic voice, carrying a hint of hoarse desire, and she heard him ask, word by word, "Su Yan, if it were Shen Chizheng, would he make you excited beyond measure?"
"..."
It was like a basin of cold water, suddenly splashed down on her when she was caught off guard.
In an instant, she felt her heart plummeting to the bottom, along with the intense warmth on her body that he had managed to ignite, all cooled down instantly.
Su Yan's raised hands fell powerlessly, looking at the man in front of her, her heart filled with many words.
She wanted to speak but felt as though there was a bone stuck in her throat.
"I'm a bit tired," she changed the subject, not wanting to clash with him over a few words, "If you want to do it, hurry up, I'd like to rest early."
Gu Chaohan sneered, "What, changing the subject, or can't wait?"
"..."
