As Hathaway left, the spacious living room instantly fell silent, leaving only Jiang Che and Shen Wanzhi.
The air seemed filled with a rosy, ambiguous tension. It was so quiet they could even hear each other breathing.
Shen Wanzhi had clearly noticed the subtle, heated atmosphere as well.
Her originally poised and elegant posture became somewhat stiff, and her slender fingers unconsciously clenched the hem of her clothes.
Jiang Che chuckled, breaking the silence.
Without giving her a say, he reached out and wrapped an arm around Shen Wanzhi's slim, delicate waist. He rested his chin against her soft, boneless fragrant shoulder, his warm breath brushing her sensitive ear as he teased with a smile.
"Sister Wanzhi, why are you sitting so far away from me? What are you afraid of? It's not like I'm going to eat you."
"Who... who said I was afraid?"
Shen Wanzhi's body trembled sharply, and the tips of her ears instantly turned bright red.
Though her heart was in turmoil and pounding wildly, she still pretended to remain calm, forcing herself to maintain a shred of a professor's dignity as she awkwardly made an excuse. "I... I was just distracted. I was thinking about some things at school."
"I see..."
Jiang Che dragged out the last word, his tone carrying obvious amusement.
"Since that's the case, it's already late. Sister Wanzhi, shouldn't we head back to the room and rest? Tonight... do you want to sleep with me?"
Those words were like a depth charge exploding directly in Shen Wanzhi's mind.
She pressed her rosy lips together, a flash of struggle and shyness passing through her eyes. In a voice barely louder than a mosquito's buzz, she muttered, "But... your fiancée Elizabeth is still staying here... what if..."
*This little bastard, how could he