Zhuo Jian only felt the wind making her ears hurt.
Fu Yanye leaned in, gradually, his forehead resting against hers, and asked again, "Zhuo Jian, answer me!"
"Priceless treasure!"
Facing his suddenly ambiguous whisper, Zhuo Jian had to work hard to remain composed.
"..."
Fu Yanye's heart moved, and he pressed his forehead against hers a bit harder.
"In the past!"
Zhuo Jian lowered her eyes, barely maintaining her calm.
The corners of Fu Yanye's mouth moved slightly, and then he suppressed his emotions to ask her again, "And now?"
"Do I need to measure the value of someone who does not belong to me?"
Zhuo Jian coldly countered him.
In fact, feeling the cool breeze on their foreheads as they leaned against each other, she felt dizzy and her legs went weak.
His cold breath lingered around her lips and nose. He smiled briefly, then held her even closer to himself, "What if I insist on a price?"
"Zero!"
In reality, it was still priceless!
