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He Zhiyao's voice was slightly hoarse.
But his enunciation was very clear.
It didn't resemble the voice of someone who was truly drunk.
Qin Shuang felt as if she had been struck by lightning, with a loud boom echoing in her head, her body more rigid than before.
Even her toes curled up in embarrassment.
How foolish could she be to have thought that He Zhiyao wanted to... with her?
Qin Shuang wished she could burrow a hole with her toes on the floor and hide in it.
She was too embarrassed to face anyone.
After calming down for several seconds, Qin Shuang clenched her teeth and squeezed out three words through gritted teeth, "He, Zhi, Yao!"
He Zhiyao, who had buried his face in her neck, gave a low chuckle.
Then he finally let her go.
The moment he released her, Qin Shuang stepped back twice, turned around as if someone was chasing her, and quickly stepped into the bedroom. She slammed the door shut with a "bang" and even stumbled over the lock from inside.
