Su Shijie stared at her in disbelief, "Zhuo Junyi, what do you mean by that? Are you implying that you have lots of men chasing after you?"
Without fear, Zhuo Junyi nodded. She had had some drinks that night, and it gave her a boost of courage.
Normally, she might not dare to speak to Su Shijie like that.
"If you don't care, there are plenty of others who do."
As soon as she said that, Zhuo Junyi burped from the alcohol, and the smell of liquor on her made Su Shijie even angrier.
"Zhuo Junyi, do you have any shame left in you?"
What's this about having lots of men? Is this something a lady should say?
Su Shijie felt as if a stack of firewood had been piled on his chest, and with one lighted match from Zhuo Junyi, it felt like he was completely burned and uncomfortable.
