"Is... is this really okay for you?"
Han Feng cautiously edged over and sat down at the edge of the air mattress, still not daring to lie down.
In his mind, only married couples or intimate boyfriends and girlfriends would sleep together like this.
"Lie down. I have something to tell you."
Su Qiao reached out and pulled him down in one swift motion.
"What... what is it?"
Han Feng lay stiffly on the very edge, half his body hanging off. He was so nervous that he even held his breath.
Su Qiao was speechless.
Did she look like a tiger that ate people?
"Why are you keeping so far away from me? I'm not going to eat you."
Seeing that she was angry, Han Feng hurriedly shifted inward by two centimeters before stammering, "Y-you... you can talk now!"
Haha, he was stammering again. I've noticed that he stammers whenever he gets nervous.
444 found it hilarious.
Su Qiao had noticed this long ago as well.
She was helpless about it.
"Have you ever considered that the person who planned this game—the one behind it all—is the enemy who harmed you?"
"Yes, I have."
"Even if he isn't my enemy, he must have some connection to the person who harmed me."
Han Feng's attention was diverted, and his earlier nervousness faded. His body relaxed unconsciously.
He stared at the tent roof, not daring to look at Su Qiao from such a close distance, especially under these circumstances.
"Xiao... Xiao Qiao, can... can I call you that?"
He was nervous again.
Su Qiao sighed helplessly.
This man was far too timid.
"You've already been calling me that, haven't you?"
"That's true."
In fact, the calmer and more natural Su Qiao acted, the more relaxed Han Feng became, and the less he