Nanjue saw Shirao at that moment and just felt a tightness in his lower abdomen, his body heating up. His voice became low, and he uttered two ambiguous words from his lips.
"... Like it?"
Shirao only felt his voice had a bewitching quality, and she quickly said, "How could that be possible?! It was an accident!!"
With a half-smile, he curled his lips: "Arguing. If you don't like it, why'd you touch it?"
His tone made her breath become chaotic.
She instinctively stepped back half a step: "I said it was an accident!"
He raised an eyebrow casually and asked her, "Then what do you like?"
"Definitely not someone like you!!" Shirao bit her lip and said word by word.
He leaned in, and she found herself almost pressed against the railing behind her. And he, as if there was no one else around, curled his lips, placing his hands on the railings on either side of her, just enclosing her in the middle.
"Oh? Then describe, what am I like?"
