Xiang Wan coquettishly twisted his arm, "Can't you think about anything else? Is it that men only think with their lower halves?"
"That's instinct," Zuo Xingyun said earnestly as if no one could be more innocent than him.
Once in the car, Zuo Xingyun deliberately asked her, "Where shall we go now?"
On a cold winter night, Xiang Wan had no idea where to go, "I don't know, how about we just drive around and then you take me back?"
As if he hadn't heard her suggestion, Zuo Xingyun said to himself, "Let's go to my place, it's settled then."
Xiang Wan: "..."
If that's the case, why bother asking her?
She consented to his plan, feeling like she had butterflies in her stomach.
Every moment she spent with him, her heart would flutter.
Even just glancing at him would create a sweet sensation.
She didn't know what magic he possessed or perhaps, what love potion he had fed her?
