In the silent space, there were only two people.
A man and a woman.
Every word became sensitive.
Chi Yue certainly understood the implications in Qiao Dongyang's words.
She silently observed the man reflected in the car window, with a faint, almost imperceptible smile, "So you are just like them."
Qiao Dongyang was taken aback, "What do you mean?"
Chi Yue: "What concerns you most is still that 'little thing' in your pants."
Qiao Dongyang: "…"
He hummed lightly, feigning ease, "Miss Chi, why can't you interpret it as concern?"
Chi Yue: "A nosy heart. A curious heart. That is also concern."
Qiao Dongyang nodded, "Of course, you can think that. And you don't need to answer."
Chi Yue pursed her lips slightly, "What if I said there was?"
Qiao Dongyang's gaze grew sharp, and the hand rubbing medicine on her noticeably pressed harder, barely suppressing his rage, "I—I'll kill them!"
Chi Yue smirked, a playful spark in her eye, "And if I said there wasn't?"
