In the hotel room of Qiao Jingchen.
At this moment, Qiao Jingchen was pinned on the bed by Zhuang Yuezhou, who was lying on top of him, face to face, cheek to cheek.
Qiao Jingchen lay there, appearing indifferent.
Surprise filled the depths of Zhuang Yuezhou's eyes as he stared wide-eyed at Qiao Jingchen.
Qiao Jingchen had always been calm, so detached that he didn't even want to pay attention to Zhuang Yuezhou.
It was this attitude, in fact, that drove Zhuang Yuezhou to desperation; he pounced, pinning Qiao Jingchen beneath him, and the subsequent reactions left them both a bit stunned.
"Do you even need to ask?" Qiao Jingchen said.
Zhuang Yuezhou, pressing down on the slim Qiao Jingchen, was struck dumb by his own reaction; he was aroused.
He was actually aroused by Qiao Jingchen's body.
And Qiao Jingchen's words rendered him utterly embarrassed in an instant.
How could this happen?
Gazing at him dumbfoundedly, indescribable pain poured from Zhuang Yuezhou's eyes.