"Now are you afraid?" he said indifferently.
Song Yi sneered. "Afraid?"
"Captain Tang, let me tell you—even if you wanted it now, I wouldn't give it to you."
"You don't meet my standards. Yours is too small."
"Don't try to deny it—I touched it in the car."
Talking provocatively, Song Yi thought that as a man, he must have emotional ups and downs anyway.
However, the man in front of her didn't even blink. He was neither annoyed nor angry and he even laughed softly.
His low laughter came from his chest and sounded very enchanting.
"How could you tell its exact size in that situation?"
"Miss Song, if you want to retaliate for what I said to you," he said, standing up from the sofa, "that's not necessary."
Tang Si looked straight into her eyes. For some reason, she felt that his gaze made the ambiguous atmosphere cool down in a flash.
He continued: "I admit that what I said was too much for a girl."
