Zhou Congli immediately said, "What kind of confession do you like? What kind of proposal? I'll set it up. As for my feelings, what do I have to do for you to feel them?"
Lin Zhi flirted shamelessly, "Just 'do' me, and I'll feel it."
Zhou Congli was momentarily speechless.
He instantly recalled that chaotic night. His face and ears flushed hot. "Lin Zhi, talk properly," he scolded, though his voice lacked any real bite.
Lin Zhi looked entirely innocent. "I meant 'doo' as in 'doo-doo-doo' when pouting your lips. Where did your mind go, Mr. Zhou? Your thoughts are so impure."
Zhou Congli fell silent.
Lin Zhi pointed to her lips, her gaze provocative. "Mr. Zhou~"
Zhou Congli subconsciously looked over. Her pink lips were plump and moist, their shape perfect. Though Lin Zhi was putting up a bold, provocative front, the hand she used to grip the throw pillow was squeezing tightly. She was clearly terrified herself.
