In a quiet room, two men were lying on the same bed.
One was on top, and the other was on the bottom. Their positions were romantically ambiguous, but the atmosphere was completely different.
Zhan Haoze didn't expect Shi Mengwan to ask such a question, and the air suddenly fell silent.
He still had an injury on his abdomen, and he had been supporting himself for a long time, so it caused a slight throbbing pain.
His expression changed slightly because of the pain. In Shi Mengwan's eyes, this change was proof that he didn't want to acknowledge her.
Shi Mengwan sneered. It seemed like she wasn't surprised at this outcome.
She let go of his hand and gently pushed him aside. Just as she was about to get up, Zhan Haoze grabbed her hand again.
"Wanwan."
"Let go."
"It's not what you think."
Zhan Haoze rarely explained things to others. His brothers had been with him for a long time.