Lu Xize's lips curled. "Lu Yaoyao's."
Lu Yaoyao?
Who's that?
Chu Yao repeated the name twice in her mind. 'I don't get it.'
Lu Xize had already lowered his head, his breath hot against her ear. "Our daughter."
The man's voice was deep and bewitching. Thankfully, he pulled away soon after speaking.
After a moment of stunned silence, Chu Yao's cheeks flushed scarlet, and she shot Lu Xize an indignant glare.
'What daughter?'
'Whose daughter?'
'Their relationship was nowhere near that stage, okay?'
Chu Yao pouted. "Who... who has a daughter with you?"
'If you could create a daughter just by sleeping in the same bed and talking, you'd deserve a Nobel Prize in Biology.'
Chu Yao mumbled awkwardly, but Lu Xize seemed to read something between the lines. A teasing glint flashed in his dark eyes, his lips quirked higher, and his voice seemed to take on a sexy quality. "Are you expressing dissatisfaction?"
