Her cheeks quickly flushed red; it was truly the overwhelming and complex information in modern society that led her to accidentally see many things she shouldn't have.
She said, "I..."
Before she could finish speaking, she saw Tang Zan approaching her, his face full of malevolence and coldness, causing a shiver down her spine.
As he got closer, Pei Shu'er found herself getting even colder.
His eyes seemed to carry flames.
His breath carried the floral scent of Pei Shu'er as his gaze swept over Pei Shu'er's neck.
His thin lips were only a millimeter away from Pei Shu'er's throat, as if he intended to bite her throat off.
"Pei Shu'er, do you think I'm negotiating with you?"
His breath was hot on her throat, warm and tickling.
A huge sense of suffocating crisis enveloped her; she felt it took twice the usual effort just to breathe.
"Pei Shu'er, did you hear me? Not even a day less."
