"I haven't been looking at you because I'm pondering whether I truly like men or women," Rong Heng said.
Gu Lan's expression changed, recalling previous scenarios, and his cheeks couldn't help but flush: "Rong Heng, are you seriously... bent? No, when you were applying medicine on me earlier, you weren't about to swallow, right?"
Rong Heng's eyes deepened, as if remembering the recent scene.
Snow-white, delicate waist and curves, the brutal, bright red wound, and her forehead beaded with sweat...
"I didn't swallow," Rong Heng said calmly, only the tips of his ears were tinged with a flush.
"Whatever you say," Gu Lan decided not to dwell on the issue; what concerned her was whether she'd truly bent someone, "So, have you figured it out?"
"I have," Rong Heng nodded, looking at her seriously, "What I like is you, regardless of gender."
