"Luoluo, aren't you a bit too clever!" The man's cool breath brushed against Su Luo's ear, stirring a tingling sensation.
Caught off guard by his sudden embrace, Su Luo felt a little uncomfortable, "I was just suggesting, it might not be true!"
This cleverness was bought by countless blood and tears from her past life, nothing to be proud of.
If she wasn't reluctant, she would have slapped herself.
The man held her a bit too long and too tight, almost as if he wanted to meld her into his body. Su Luo felt a bit suffocated and nudged him, "Let's talk after you let go of me!"
"Let me hold you for a bit. Once we part tomorrow, I do not know when we will meet again!" Maybe because they were so close, the man's voice was low, like a gentle hand lightly scratching her ear drums.
It was a bit ticklish, evoking an inexplicably sour feeling in her.
