This man was simply too wicked; he could speak such direct words that made one blush and turn crimson, completely overturning Weilan's previous impression of Lu Hechen.
Her face flushed, and she turned away. She had never expected that such an extraordinary and elegant man could crack jokes in such a manner, which was incredibly damaging to his image.
He held her, continuing to whisper even more blush-inducing words in her ear.
"Don't say it," Weilan stopped him before he could speak.
Weilan, annoyed, pushed against his chest, but the solid muscles were immovable, and instead, it was her hand that felt the pain.
Lu Hechen smiled, a glint flashing through his eyes, "I know you like subtlety. Not speaking doesn't mean it doesn't exist, Weilan."
Weilan: "...."
How could Lu Hechen be so shameless?
"Can't you ever stop? Why do you need to say so much?" Weilan finally couldn't help but retort.
