In the spacious apartment, the air was so quiet you could clearly hear the interlacing breaths of the two people. Zhou Huaiyi squeezed the wine glass harder, her long eyes darting up and down at Xiang Qichen's stern expression.
A gulping sound came as she struggled to swallow.
Oh no, oh no, I've stepped on a landmine this time...
The male god is angry...
Zhou Huaiyi, Zhou Huaiyi, why can't you control your own mouth, you just had to speak, and you said so much...
What to do TAT, won't the male god start hating me...
How can it not be hated! If someone else said that to me, would I be happy!
"Mmm..."
He suddenly let out a monosyllable, his originally delicate voice becoming somewhat hoarse: "What you said... is right."
Zhou Huaiyi: ! (◎_◎;)
Is the male god planning to give up on himself?
"Anything else?" He slightly curved his lips, glanced at her with an indifferent expression.
Zhou Huaiyi lowered her gaze: "N-no, that's it."
He said nothing more.
