With eyes cold as ice, Lu Zhanbei's deep black gaze was as still as a frozen pool: "Believe it or not, it is the truth!"
Did he want to tell her that she had lost?
Unwilling to accept it, she skillfully undid her shirt with just one left hand and finally smiled at him, asking: "How about this?"
"..."
The man didn't respond, his gaze only grew colder, more frigid...
Unyielding, she forcefully freed her right hand, and this time she unabashedly took off her shirt completely: "How about this?"
"..."
Still no response, Lu Zhanbei remained unmoved, his body not even crossing a single boundary.
Ling Weixuan panicked, for a man's expression can act, his gaze can disguise, but his body has always been honest.
She was down to just her bra, yet his body showed not the slightest reaction.
This is unscientific!
Resolute, she finally unclasped the last barrier with both hands, Ling Weixuan even intentionally leaned forward, ...
"So... how about this?"
