At times like this, if Su Wanxin didn't give him a satisfying response, he would definitely not let it go.
So after weighing the consequences, Su Wanxin decided to bite the bullet and tell the truth.
"No need, I remember now." She sensibly gave her answer. "Thought you were good-looking, couldn't control myself."
"..."
Fu Shihan was unusually at a loss for words, speaking of lust provoked by sight so openly, his Wan God indeed...
has his style.
All these years, it wasn't for nothing that he taught.
Su Wanxin rarely acted so shamelessly, making herself blush and feel flustered, as if she were drunk.
Fu Shihan knew when to stop, not daring to push too far, afraid that she would burst into a rage if prodded too hard, which wouldn't be good.
So he verbally took advantage of her a few more times, then changed the subject and stopped teasing her. However, because of her kiss, his heart felt unbearably itchy.
He felt that he probably couldn't wait until his birthday.
