Who could resist when Shi Yuhuan stood tall and straight, his noble coldness and devilishly handsome features ensnaring even with a glacier's face?
Noticing that some people kept their gaze on her and Shi Yuhuan, Song Qinghuan chuckled and declared to the crowd with a snarl and a husky voice, "Actually, I'm a man."
Unprepared for this statement, Shi Yuhuan, who had just taken a sip of his drink, found himself choking on it. He looked at Song Qinghuan ruefully, then couldn't help but laugh, "Do you think others are fools? Whether you're a man or not, can't people tell?"
As he spoke, Shi Yuhuan touched her neck, implicitly telling her she had no Adam's apple.
Song Qinghuan suppressed her laughter, "Alright, I was just kidding. It feels really fun."
Then she lowered her voice even more and asked Shi Yuhuan softly, "Do you think we'll get beaten up if we keep this up?"
