"What are you afraid of?"
"I'm a man after all."
Strictly speaking, the two were about the same age, but Yun Hezhi started learning opera since childhood, performing on stage early. Many years ago, people started calling him "Boss Yun," which made him sound somewhat aged.
Men...
At this moment, Fan Zhengyu could feel her face was so hot it was almost on fire.
She was an adult who had lived abroad, so she understood Yun Hezhi's words instantly.
He was trying to tell her:
Being alone with a member of the opposite sex this late wasn't appropriate.
"Usually, during training with everyone, it's also this late, sometimes even through the night, and it's... it's fine..." Fan Zhengyu retorted stubbornly.
"Spending the night with a group of people..." Yun Hezhi's fingers were still pinching her chin; the young girl's face was very hot, hotter than his fingertips.
That heat traveled from between them, along his arm, all the way to his chest.
Surrounding silence, heartbeats...
