Su Zizhan knew that Hua Yan had always been a bold person, but he hadn't expected her to ask such a straightforward question so brazenly. For a moment, his body stiffened, and a blush crept up his remarkably handsome face from the roots of his ears.
Watching the person in front of her turn into a wooden statue, Hua Yan admired how his icy demeanor was tinged with a flush of red, which was so pleasing to the eye and irresistibly tempting. She waited for him to process her words with a smile before asking him again, "Well?"
Su Zizhan turned his head suddenly, his back facing her, and said with a voice that was slightly stiff and trembling, "Let's talk about it after he has cured me."
Hua Yan laughed softly, "So you have no confidence? You can't even promise me in advance?"
The flush on Su Zizhan's face quickly faded as he pursed his lips and said, "I've never had much confidence. I'm afraid if I make a promise to you now, I'll end up with none."
