Zhao Bolin sucked in a sharp breath. There was clearly nothing wrong with Lu Yizhou's words, but for some reason, the way he said it was truly… indecent! Oh God, how was he supposed to answer this tricky question?!
His throat bobbed and he fidgeted nervously on Lu Yizhou's lap. And then all of a sudden, he could feel something hard… and solid pressing on his buttocks. For some reason, the sensation was quite familiar…
Thunderclap struck right on Zhao Bolin's head as he finally registered what it was, sending him into extreme shock. His face immediately exploded in crimson and cried out angrily, "Y–You pervert!!"
The aforementioned pervert did not show any hint of guilt whatsoever at being called out. Instead, he threw his head back and laughed. It was low, deep and rich. The sound rumbled from Lu Yizhou's chest before flowing out of his lips, filled with pure genuine joy. It softened his cold features, turning his silver eyes crescents.
