Zhan Se continued, "..."
"No, no!" Ai Lun struggled to sit up straight, babbling as if possessed, "I've realized the problem isn't that simple, Zhan little babe. Logically speaking, although Boss Ai's look is a bit unique, not quite enough to dazzle the moon or shame the flowers, it's still quite artistic, right? If he is a normal man, tormented by a woman for a month or two, he would have some reaction. So, there must be a mystery here... there must be a mystery..."
"..." Zhan Se patted her, continuing helplessly.
Narrowing her drunken eyes, Ai Lun suddenly rolled her eyes.
"Hey, this reasoning is too profound; you won't easily understand. Zhan little babe, I'll simplify it for you."
A mouthful of blood nearly sprayed out of Zhan Se's heart, "My IQ is perfectly normal, Miss Ai Lun."
