"Play? Play what?"
Shi Tingbai forcefully shook off Lu Yiyu's hand, feeling a burning sensation where the hand had been, and annoyance welled up in his heart.
But he didn't want to lose face, so he acted as if nothing had happened.
What the hell is wrong with this flirtatious man?
Playing with his old man!
Of course, he didn't say this out loud.
Lu Yiyu arched an eyebrow, the corner of his lips curved slightly as he held a cigarette between his lips, inhaling deeply. His practiced actions, casual demeanor, and overflowing charm were devilishly enticing, urging people to focus on the sliding motion of his adam's apple.
"What are you thinking about?" He lifted his hand up and tapped Shi Tingbai's forehead, crossing his legs and leaning back comfortably, a picture of rogue unruliness.
"Which play do you think?"
Shi Tingbai's facial expression froze as he gritted his teeth in secret, "Could you stop beating around the bush?"
