Yu Gangan naively and innocently smiled at the man, "If you call me Little Pervert again, I will use that recipe on you."
For men, impotence was a nightmare.
She was sure that Fang Zhihan would be frightened and he'd stop provoking her.
But, not only was Fang Zhihan not frightened, his lips even curved into a smile as he looked at her dotingly. He then said gently, "You really are a Little Pervert."
Yu Gangan: "..."
Yu Gangan stared at Fang Zhihan's handsome face and peered into his dark eyes with disbelief. She couldn't believe he was so calm.
But, the man's expression did not change as he looked at her comfortably, warming her heart like a spring breeze.
Yu Gangan furrowed her brows, "...aren't you afraid that I'd feed this recipe to you?"
Fang Zhihan's voice was gentle like wind drifting through delicate willow trees, "If I'm impotent, then you should be worried."
