Qiao Suisui's back was pressed against the cold wall, her heartbeat involuntarily quickened.
She tried to avoid the man's gaze, turning her face, and her nose just touched his wrist.
Zong Fang let out a low chuckle from his chest, seeing her panic like a little white rabbit, glancing left and right, but avoiding eye contact with him. He used his other hand to pinch her chin, forcing her to look at him.
"Qiaoqiao, what are you nervous about?"
"I'm not..."
Her words lacked conviction; at that moment, her exquisite little face was flushed red, provoking thoughts.
Zong Fang's eyes darkened, and his voice became somewhat husky. "You're lying."
Qiao Suisui raised her hand to push him, bowed her head, and closed her eyes, saying, "I... I'm tired, I want to sleep!"
She assumed he wouldn't let her go, but unexpectedly, Zong Fang just grabbed her hand to his lips, kissed her palm, caressed her head, and said, "Alright, sleep then."
Huh?
Was he really not one of Wei Shou's puppets???