Su Nanzhi didn't say a word, scrutinizing Jiang Beiyu closely.
Jiang Beiyu hadn't slept well last night.
The succubus had appeared in his dreams again.
Yes, this time he wouldn't call her a female ghost, but a succubus.
Jiang Beiyu had never encountered such a succubus who appeared in his dreams time and again, torturing him in all sorts of ways.
He, a sturdy young man not yet twenty-three years old, naturally had physical needs.
Let alone the identity of the young master of the Jiang Family, based on his face alone, a stroll through the hotspots favored by young people would immediately solve his physiological problems.
After all, who would lose or gain from sleeping with him remained uncertain.
Last night, in his dream, the face of that succubus appeared, indistinct and even blurred, but Jiang Beiyu heard a voice.
"Do you never react when you sleep with me..."
He couldn't make out the rest of the words, only that one sentence came through clearly.