The man's gaze gradually turned cold.
"Ji Sang."
"Ah?"
"What did you just say?"
Fu Yisi put the blanket aside, casually grabbed a towel to wipe his neck, his eyes cold and indifferent as he looked at the woman, successfully pulling Ji Sang out of her photographic trance.
Ji Sang widened her eyes, blinking a few times.
"What did I say?"
Yet, her body stealthily took a step backward, her mind berating herself for being unable to control her words in front of Fu Yisi, blurting out whatever came to mind.
"Oh, what did you say?"
The man flicked the flower petals from his neck and rose unhurriedly from the bathtub, taking step by step towards Ji Sang.
"Don't remember?"
After retreating a few steps, Ji Sang found herself against the wall with nowhere to escape.
"Hehe."
Ji Sang laughed nervously a few times.
"I just misspoke. You laugh so handsomely, so beautifully, I should take a picture with my camera."
