Qiqi said, "I know you've always been close to him. Of course you'd speak up for him."
Hu Xiaotian laughed. "Not at all. I didn't even know he was still alive." The scoundrel was lying through his teeth.
Qiqi asked, "Are those stories about you and him actually true?"
"What stories?"
Looking a little embarrassed, Qiqi said, "People say the two of you once shared a passion of the cut sleeve..."
Hu Xiaotian's eyes widened. He truly did not know whether to laugh or cry. Qiqi had actually said something like that to his face! A passion of the cut sleeve? Do you really think Ji Feihua is a man? He's a woman, not even a eunuch. Yet he could not casually reveal the truth. Hu Xiaotian said, "I like women. I haven't the slightest interest in men." His gaze settled on Qiqi's flat chest.
Qiqi actually blushed. There was something lecherous about the scoundrel's gaze, but didn't that prove he found her attractive? She crossed her hands on the table, rested her chin on them, and quietly watched the flickering candle flame. Only after a while did she say, "I don't understand why he wanted to kill me. Just now, I thought I was going to die."
Although Hu Xiaotian understood the reason, he could not tell her. What he did not understand was why Ji Feihua had abandoned the idea of killing Qiqi at the last moment. Was it because he had appeared? Had Ji Feihua not wanted to hurt him over Qiqi? Yet that explanation did not seem entirely convincing either.
Qiqi said, "Just now, it felt as though a little hole had opened in the top of my head. He wanted to suck all my consciousness out of my brain."
Hu Xiaotian reached out and gently