Chu Mucheng gazed into Tao Zhixiang's eyes, his look gaining an edge of assertiveness, yet tinged with seriousness.
Her recent words swirled through his mind like a hurricane, leaving nothing undisturbed in their path.
This woman actually said, because of that person—not someone else, but him!
Just because... it was him?
His mind was a bit muddled, so he wanted to hear Tao Zhixiang repeat it once more.
Tao Zhixiang's face flushed red.
The sentence she just uttered had drained almost all her courage, but this man, he claimed he didn't hear it clearly, demanding her to say it again!
Good heavens, does he have to torture people like this?
Tao Zhixiang reached out, covering Chu Mucheng's eyes, murmuring softly, "Forget it if you didn't hear clearly."
She really didn't want to say it again.
Words like these... are truly too embarrassing!
Chu Mucheng's large hand reached over, took her hand away, and then, so wickedly said:
