"So shall we exchange secrets?" Feng Susu thought for a moment. "Shall I tell you about the last man I slept with?"
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Playing for such high stakes?
Without waiting for Wen Qiao's consent, Feng Susu leaned close to her ear and whispered a name, and, concerned about her credibility, she also told Wen Qiao that the man had a light brown birthmark on the front of his chest.
There really was no need to be so specific.
Feng Susu appeared unperturbed: "Just so you don't think I'm lying to you, I told you in detail. You can even check for yourself if you want."
"....."
Wen Qiao felt like her brain was jammed and couldn't quite process it.
Feng Susu felt she had said all that was necessary and glanced at Wen Qiao. "You should not mind that much, right?"
"......"
Wen Qiao's emotions were very complex, unprecedentedly so.
To say she minded, it seemed that after what Feng Susu did, she didn't, but to say she didn't mind, it seemed there was still some unease.
