Qiao Yuanfei:"..."
Her face suddenly turned red.
She stammered and could not say a word for a long time.
Fan Yu seemed to feel that it was not enough. He stood up from the chair and placed one hand on the dining table. He crossed over half of the dining table and lowered his head to her ear.
He opened his thin lips slightly and enunciated each word.
"I don't know what gift you like. If you don't mind, do you want it?"
With a boom, it was as if a thunderbolt had exploded in Qiao Yuanfei's mind.
From the moment he asked her to give herself to him to the moment he prepared to give himself to her, Qiao Yuanfei's world seemed to be surrounded by the words "Give yourself to me".
Her face, which was so red that it looked like it was about to drip blood, began to spread to her neck..
She did not dare to look at Fan Yu's face at all. Both of her hands were tightly clutching the corner of her clothes.
