After uttering those words, Xie Moyao's cheeks burned. She didn't even know what had possessed her to blurt out such an obviously provocative sentence.
Is this my true nature? Or...
What she had imagined didn't happen. When she opened her eyes, the man before her was seriously helping her put her clothes back on.
A puzzled look crossed her face.
Did I misunderstand everything? Did he not mean that at all?
It's not impossible. I did drink a bit too quickly. I'm not drunk, but my head is spinning and my thoughts are sluggish. Things I can normally figure out in an instant seem impossible to grasp right now.
Then, the man reached out and gently caressed her cheek. "I've received your sincere offer, but we can't do this here."
"Why?" Xie Moyao blurted out before she could think.
By then, Sun Dasheng's hand had reached her earlobe. He pinched it gently; it was soft and cool to the touch but quickly grew warm as the pearl-like lobe flushed red.
