His voice was soft—impossibly soft.
But the hands pressing on Su Ye's shoulders grew increasingly forceful.
Su Ye glanced at him.
"I see you as Su Qing."
Hearing this, Su Qing let out a low chuckle.
"And here I thought my benefactor would say I was her sweetheart."
His words were sharp, barbed.
He was clearly referring to the business with Cheng Huan.
He lowered his head until his forehead rested against Su Ye's, their proximity intimate and charged.
"In your heart, is there any difference between me and that male prostitute? Or am I even beneath him?"
Su Ye tugged at his sleeve. She could tell he was truly angry.
She gave it another gentle tug and tried to explain.
"There's nothing between him and me."
But after Cheng Huan's 'heartfelt' account, her explanation seemed particularly pale and feeble.
Su Qing scoffed at her words.
