Song Qingchen was petrified. However, she still played the innocent girl and said in a saccharine tone, "Brother Ah Ze, what are you talking about~ I'm only adjusting your tie for you…"
Sheng Yize smiled and his grip on her thin wrists tightened. Looking down, he saw Song Qingchen's ten slender fingers and the sparkling decorations on the nails.
"This is the same drug you used on me last time, isn't it?" He turned Song Qingchen's hands over and saw the hint of powder under her nails.
Song Qingchen's heart fell. Had he found out?
No…
"Brother Ah Ze, what drug? You're not making any sense." Song Qingchen swallowed and the smile on her face went rigid.
Sheng Yize caressed her hair gently. "When someone is lying, they'll avoid eye contact, swallow, and act nervously. Song Qingchen, you've just done all of them."
