"Intuition?" With a tentative current of curiosity, the Heavenly Demon canted his head to the side. "Would you perhaps elaborate?"
Li Xinyuan nodded slightly, while keeping his head lowered and golden eyes trained on Bai Huiqi's face.
Elaborate? Elaborate what—his ass, or the asspull of a response he had just given?
The surgeon slowly drummed his fingers on his thigh, searching for a convincing response. His long lashes fluttered slightly.
"I am afraid it isn't something that I am capable of explaining in any capacity. I just… cannot." Then, in a firm voice, he replied, "However, I could give you a more apt reason other than merely my own intuition. That is, if you're willing to lend an ear."
Fuck… Why did he have to say that?! To the fucking Heavenly Demon too. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck—
—Li Xinyuan sucked in a deep but silent breath. Under the cover of his robes, he could feel cold sweat trickle down his back.
