Just when Zhang Te thought Han Jingnian had ignored his question again, Han Jingnian's long, curled eyelashes flickered lightly as if he were talking to himself and he murmured a few words, "Desire to sleep with her."
Then with a loud "clang," Zhang Te fell directly from his chair onto the floor.
What the hell? Did he hear that right? Desire to sleep with her? Who could tell him what kind of bizarre response that was?
Thinking this, Zhang Te used all fours to quickly crawl under the table to Han Jingnian's feet and then looked up at him, utterly dumbfounded with a face full of shock, stammering out, "Han, President Han, what, what do you mean, desire to sleep with, with her?"