It seemed she already knew that all resistance was futile, and Xia Yanyu now sat submissively atop Xu Fan.
"Xia Yanyu, just now, why did you accommodate me?"
As Xu Fan held Xia Yanyu's delicate hand, which was as smooth as warm jade, he asked.
Earlier, when the thin man and the pharmaceutical factory representatives had argued, Xia Yanyu, on behalf of the pharmaceutical factory, had disregarded her own interests to defend him by willingly bearing all the losses.
Xu Fan was curious whether this woman harbored guilt toward him, or if there was some other reason.
Whether it was shame for her indulgent behavior at this moment or the question Xu Fan had just posed, Xia Yanyu's already flushed cheeks burned even hotter.
She couldn't avoid this question.
As limp as a pool of spring water atop Xu Fan, Xia Yanyu bit her cherry lip and shook her head saying, "Xu... Xu Fan, I... I don't know..."
