Hearing him speak, Shi Chun was certain that it wasn't him gagging his mouth, and he was relieved that it wasn't a man.
He sighed in relief, but was even more astonished. Was it Bian Weiyin?
In fact, he had realized right from the start that it was Bian Weiyin. There were only three people in the hole, and he knew exactly where each was positioned, especially since Bian Weiyin was leaning close to him. He had felt her distinctive aura when he had embraced her earlier.
If he had suspected that it was Wu Jinliang, he would have slapped him long ago, not letting his tongue stir continuously in his own mouth.
The reason he doubted was because he couldn't believe it. Why?
He truly couldn't believe it, to the point of doubting his own basic judgment abilities. He subconsciously raised his hand to touch the face close to him, reaching the earlobe and feeling the earmuff, then moving downwards decisively and without hesitation, he touched her chest, pinched it, and then froze.
