"I don't know!" Zhu Qianying turned her face away, hastily throwing out a blunt answer.
She's not a pretentious person, but that doesn't mean she can discuss her man's past bed relations without blushing or feeling awkward, especially when she's about to become intimate with him.
Yan Hanhe, with a smile in his eyes, lifted his hand to pinch her chin, gently turning her face to meet his gaze.
"Do you want to know?"
In his low and deep voice, there was an unusual tenderness that seemed to touch Zhu Qianying.
Yet, even if he is a mercurial man, it wouldn't be strange if he was gentle in bed. After all, it has to do with his own pleasure and whether he can be completely satisfied or not.
Pleasing his partner meant he could enjoy their intimacy to the fullest, something he, of all people, being both clever and shrewd, understood more than anyone.
"I don't want to!" Zhu Qianying definitively rejected his teasing.
