With his warm and pleasant breath spraying between her nostrils, Di Xiaxia felt herself getting tipsy.
This freaking guy, he comes back and without asking for any context, regardless of the occasion or time, starts making his move without a word, is that really okay?
"But..." Di Xiaxia, her face all red, said embarrassingly, "This is the kitchen..."
Damn it!
Absolutely not!
Di Mingzhe raised an eyebrow, and almost wanted to laugh. So this girl was hesitating for so long because she was afraid he would take her in the kitchen?
Actually, he hadn't thought about that; he just wanted to ask her a very serious question.
So Di Mingzhe took her down and carried her to the living room sofa.
Di Xiaxia was quite puzzled and couldn't help asking, "Big, big brother, what, what does this mean?"
Di Mingzhe poured her a glass of juice and poured himself a glass of red wine then sat down with deliberate slowness.
Di Xiaxia blinked, was big brother in the mode for a serious conversation?
