After Zhong Boyu finished speaking, the entire room fell silent. The only thing audible was the sound of breathing, either deep or shallow, creating a particular pressure.
Three pairs of eyes across from the man stared at him, causing cold sweat to pour uncontrollably from him. In just a moment, a drop of sweat dripped from his chin onto his clothes, blooming into a small dark spot on the fabric.
This drop of sweat was like cold water splashing into hot oil, breaking the silence in the room.
"What, are you hot?" Xu Ke raised his eyes lightly and looked at the man opposite.
The man wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve and shook his head, realizing that Xu Ke was bending his head and whispering to Ariel, completely unaware of him. So he said, "No, no, I'm not hot." His voice was pitifully small.
